Almost every True God had been attacked by these vines, and Luo Zheng was no exception.
The vines were like countless flexible snakes. As they wound and twisted, they surged toward Luo Zheng.
"Whoosh!"
Luo Zheng could not fly like the other Upper True Gods. He could only rely on nimble footwork to evade them from afar.
He lightly twisted his body and shot diagonally toward one side of the cavern, as agile as a rabbit.
But the vines seemed to have eyes. They swiftly shifted in the direction Luo Zheng dodged, and the interwoven web they formed took shape, blocking his path completely.
"Swish, swish."
At the same time, seven or eight more vines extended from the ground behind Luo Zheng, sealing off even his retreat.
"Heh heh, I told you. A Lower True God coming here is simply courting death." The Black-Faced Man hovered in midair, staring at Luo Zheng with a cold laugh.
There were no restrictions in the Land of Absolute Kill, so the Upper True Gods naturally possessed a tremendous advantage.
Their strength was far greater than that of ordinary Middle True Gods and Lower True Gods. More importantly, they could fly freely, making them much more agile by comparison.
Thus, ninety percent of those in the second round of selection were Upper True Gods, with only a small number of Middle True Gods.
As for Lower True Gods, Luo Zheng was the only one.
Hearing the Black-Faced Man's words, Luo Zheng's expression did not change in the slightest. With a tap of his toe, he transformed into a sharp arrow and shot straight ahead.
"He's throwing himself into the net already?"
Seeing this, the Black-Faced Man almost thought that Luo Zheng had given up.
These vines were the spirit roots of Ruo Wood and