John could feel the vines constantly writhing around him.
A thought struck him—if he could eliminate these vines entirely, the so-called Godson's power would surely be greatly diminished.
However, he was still uncertain about how Godson would react.
Moreover, he felt that this person's hostility towards him was particularly intense.
Why was this?
Had he offended him in the past, or had he done something else?
He pondered carefully but could find no direct connection with Godson, which only piqued his curiosity further.
Could it really be just because of some past interactions that he held such a grudge?
He could no longer afford to dwell on these thoughts, as he felt the vines creeping towards him, slowly engulfing his surroundings.
Meanwhile, the expressions on his companions' faces turned to pain.
John could distinctly feel that the cages imprisoning them were already drawing blood from them.
