However, just as Fairy Yao Luo finished speaking, an arrogant laugh suddenly rang in everyone's ears. "Hahaha! A few juniors actually dare to claim they'll capture me? You really don't know your own limitations. Today is also the day your lives end here. Since you've come, stay here."
As soon as the voice rang out, everyone's hearts tightened.
But no one panicked or fled. In perfect tacit understanding, they merely flickered slightly before taking up their respective positions, their gazes turning toward the direction from which the voice had come.
In the distance, vines still filled the sky. The thick vines writhed constantly like agile tentacles.
The tremendous energy fluctuations stirred up by the colossal roar had already gradually settled amid the dancing vines.
Yet the figures of the two cultivators engaged in battle remained hidden among the sky-filling vines.
Just as everyone had taken their positions, a vast demonic mist suddenly erupted from the ground beneath their feet. The mist appeared like a mountain flood bursting its banks, instantly spreading across a dozen or so miles around them.
As the mist rapidly spread, vines began surging from the ground one after another, like spring bamboo shoots breaking through the soil. Then, like flood dragons bursting from their caves, they shot into the air.
In the blink of an eye, the ground and surroundings beneath everyone's feet were obscured by layer upon layer of vines.
"You truly aren't Zihe anymore. Commander Zi must have already been possessed by you. Who exactly are you? Do you dare say?" Sensing the demonic mist and vines surging up beneath them, Qing Bo's cold voice rang out.
"You want to know? Once I capture you, I'll naturally let you die knowing the truth."
A cold snort answered Qing Bo. As the words sounded, everyone