The attacks came in a tremendous number, like tentacles. The moment Qin Fengming's mind raced, he sensed that there were at least dozens of them.
The tentacles were blue-black from end to end. Their rough, pitch-black, and thick surfaces were covered in strange patterns that looked like bulging veins, making them appear exceptionally tough. Each thick tentacle was also covered in enormous spikes, each over a foot long and gleaming with a sharp, eerie light.
As the tentacles swept and writhed, a terrifying aura of extreme plunder suddenly rampaged through the Ghost Devouring Yin Mist, as though it intended to pierce through and dissolve the dense mist.
Qin Fengming had experienced that plundering aura before. It was precisely the aura released by the vines that had suddenly appeared when he grabbed Zihao's wrist moments ago.
And now, those tentacles seemed to be the thick vines formed when those tiny vines expanded to enormous proportions.
Seeing the tentacles suddenly lash out, baring their claws and fangs as they violently twisted and interwove within the Ghost Devouring Yin Mist, barely hindered or harried by it, Qin Fengming's heart tightened. A sharp cry escaped him before he had time to think it through, suddenly ringing out inside the dense mist:
"You're not a Seven Lands cultivator. You're a powerful existence among the Vine Demons."
As those words rang out, Qin Fengming's mind abruptly cleared.
The bodies of Vine Demons were indeed covered in such thick vines.
The Ao Beast Vine Demons were the true rulers of the Aoteng Interface. Although Qin Fengming had learned from the Golden Soul Ancestor that there were Mahayana Existence among the Ao Beast Vine Demons, those Mahayana Existence would not participate in the Ao Beast Vine Demons' rampage. Even so, that did not mean the Mahayana Existence among