Countless vines and branches wildly swept toward the hundreds of Wan Nian, some directly binding the bodies of Wan Nian and throwing them into the gaping maw at the center. Some swept out and were able to directly break the waists of several people.
Yet all the Wan Nian seemed to have given up resistance, merely continuously chanting mantras.
With each one eaten, several more would appear anew.
Lin Xin faintly felt the vibrations of the mantras in the air growing stronger and heavier.
He saw that Yin Mantuo's movements were becoming slower, seemingly more and more influenced by the mantras.
"Sonic mantras?" Slowly drawing the Red Flower Sword, Lin Xin's face was as still as water. Plasma-like spiritual energy slowly burned along the blade, like flames.
Countless dark-red vines surrounded and protected him, blocking some of the sonic impacts.
Ding!!
