Ye Futian looked at the three figures that were wrapped in the leaves and branches. His eyes were cold and indifferent; it was as if he had never taken them seriously.
The three struggled within the grasps of the branches and vines, trying to loosen their holds, but more sounds of rustling were heard as the branches and leaves that kept the three prisoners slammed straight down and smashed them directly into the ground. Their bodies seemed to be pierced through as muffled sounds of groaning were heard.
It was rather abusive.
It was clear by now that the two sides were not on the same level. All the Renhuang who were battling around them were greatly shocked as they watched the situation unfold, especially the cultivators from other forces such as Alchemy Divine Palace. They would have never expected Ye Futian to be this powerful.
