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The fallen steward immediately sensed something was wrong and held up the middle-aged village member he had captured in front of him, as bullets whistled past and exploded the wood chips off the tree trunk behind him.
Bai Mu was the first to charge out, his hands spreading rough tree bark and producing more than a dozen thorny vines, lashing out like whips and raising a shrill screech.
The scythe swept through the air, ruthlessly severing his vines.
Just as the fallen steward prepared to counterattack, those vines that had fallen onto the soil suddenly took root and sprouted, a myriad of tiny tendrils surged up, tightly binding his ankles.
Next came Bai Mu's powerful and heavy kick!
Bang!
The fallen steward took the blow to his shoulder and stumbled backward, using the scythe to steady himself on the ground, then raised his right hand to block an incoming punch, his throat churning as he spat out a mouthful of saliva!
Bai Mu was surprised and quickly dodged to the side.
