Seeing the condition of the two people he had rescued, a sharp glint also flashed through Qin Fengming's eyes.
One of the cultivators was currently wrapped in an exceedingly dense mass of Yin mist. From within it, black sword blades containing powerful soul force continuously slashed outward.
Although the soul force contained in these sword blades was far weaker than the soul spheres unleashed by the Thunder Soul Pagoda, under their relentless assault, those tough vines were still being cut down and worn away.
But there were simply too many vines. This kind of slashing could only ensure that they would not tighten and invade the Yin mist.
Completely cutting through and eliminating the vines was truly difficult.
This cultivator could be said to be merely a trapped beast making a last stand, exhausting his own soul force to resist with all his might. Once enough time passed and his soul force was completely depleted, total death would be his only path.
As for the other cultivator, although he had not unleashed any attack containing soul force, he was wrapped in a dense mass of blue-green mist. The vines had merely surrounded him and had not, as they had with the others, desperately coiled around and strangled him.
From within that blue-green mist, Qin Fengming sensed an incomparably majestic Wood attribute aura.
The cultivation technique practiced by this cultivator was actually a pure Wood attribute technique.
Although the Wood attribute mist protected him and the surrounding vines did not attack, Qin Fengming could see at a glance that the dense Wood attribute aura around him was being desperately absorbed by the vines wrapped around him.
It could be said that the reason he had not been strangled by the vines was precisely because his own majestic magical power was being