Tianguang Secret Realm, Life Severing Cliff.
Dense bamboo shoots grew throughout this place, covering nearly half the cliffside.
This was a forbidden spiritual zone where no magic could be used. Even divine sense could only barely extend a few yards beyond the body.
"Roar!"
An enraged bull's roar rang out across the cliffs. The Little Bull King of Savage Bull Ridge had been wrapped up by countless black vines.
In this region where magic could not be used, the only thing he could rely on was the strength of his fleshly body.
Yet no matter how heaven-defying the strength of the Savage Bull Race was, it was difficult for him to break free from so many vines. Every single vine here was incomparably tough.
"Niu Shan, you should give up resisting. Do not make futile attempts any longer."
"We will not kill you. We merely wish to invite you to visit our race's territory."
A strange voice came from the pitch-black vines. Its tone was extremely cold, devoid of even the slightest emotion.
"You wish!" the Little Bull King growled. Every muscle across his body bulged, and the bloodline throughout his body began to boil.
He had stimulated the true blood within his body. Terrifying force erupted, tearing crack after crack through the taut vines.
On the other side, Zhuxuan, who had been watching the situation here, said coldly, "Bitter Vine, let me lend you a hand. It would be best to avoid any accidents."
But Bitter Vine rejected his goodwill and increased the force binding the Little Bull King.
"No need. I will complete my own task flawlessly. You should mind your own side instead," Bitter Vine replied coldly.
Although they were both treants, they belonged to different races. Clearly, there was competition between them as well.
But at