Rustle!
A cool breeze drifted by, and his toes lightly touched down.
Amid the fluttering descent, Luo Chen stood atop the crown of a tree.
The moment he saw Dao Lan retreat with her blade in hand, he instinctively moved away from that valley as well.
For the first part of this battle, it had truly been as Fishing Old Man had said before they set out—not particularly "dangerous."
Those countless Withered Blood Vines could be shattered with a wave of the hand before the formidable combat strength of their Late Stage Golden Core cultivation.
Even the seemingly troublesome Fourth Order Withered Blood Vines could not unleash killing power sufficient to threaten them.
Of course, that was under the premise that all five of them possessed the combat power of Great Cultivators.
Had they been Early Stage Golden Core or Mid-Stage Cultivators instead, they would not have handled things so effortlessly.
At times, the gap of a single realm was a heavenly chasm!
At this moment, even someone as strong as Dao Lan had proactively retreated three steps, showing just how formidable the enemy they were about to face would be.
Luo Chen was no fool. He naturally widened the distance at once.
Staring at the terrifying white vine stretching across the void, so long that its length could not be measured in zhang, Luo Chen could not help swallowing.
"Is this the Fifth Order Withered Blood Vine?"
Unlike humans and the Demon Race, who could easily gain sentience and step upon the Great Dao of cultivation, beings of wood and stone found it exceedingly difficult to gain sentience and cultivate as spirits.
Not only were they restricted by the innate limitations of their main bodies, but the harsh environment in which they survived also constrained them.
In all his