It was at this moment that Su Yu's sleeves fluttered, and a formless thread streaked across his foot. The extremely firm branches were easily cut into two pieces by it. Su Yu moved his shoulder out of the way, and barely managed to dodge the sharp thorn attacking him. He moved his thumb and index finger several times, and cut apart the thorn.
When Jinmu's arm was cut apart, a large amount of greenish-blue liquid splattered out of it. However, Jinmu still wore the same calm expression as before, and pain didn't even appear on his face. He looked in surprise at Su Yu, wondering how Su Yu had managed it. His hand, which had turned into a sharp thorn, was vastly firmer and harder than the branches, yet it was still mysteriously cut apart. A hazy green light appeared on his hand, and it quickly recovered to its former state. Jinmu didn't suffer any pain throughout the whole process.
