"Can you still move?"
The Ghost Manor Lord's face was pale. Once he determined that the situation was beyond saving, he swiftly turned around and pushed the power inside his body to its limit, preparing to break through the Wooden Vines and flee. But the instant he turned, a Sword Thorn Grass sprouted from his clothes.
Screech, screech, screech!
Dense sword-like leaves stabbed at his body, only to be bounced away by his protective spiritual radiance. Unlike the Second Vice Hall Master, the Ghost Manor Lord had weathered the Great Heavenly Tribulation and possessed Immortal Spirit Power within his body. Though it was only the lowest grade of Immortal Spirit Power, it was still Immortal Spirit Power, enough to keep him from being killed by the Sword Thorn Grass in a single blow.
Shu Yun was the same.
These Sword Thorn Grasses possessed pure Yang attributes. Though they were wood-attributed, they did not fear the Sunfire in Shu Yun's hand. The flames could not harm them in the slightest and instead provided them with the Spiritual Power they needed to grow. Shu Yun's cultivation was two Minor Realms below the Ghost Manor Lord's. After one wave of sword-leaf attacks, more than half of the Immortal Spirit Power in her body had been depleted.
Though she had narrowly escaped death, she no longer had the strength to flee.
"We can't get away! These weeds absorb our power, then turn around and attack us with it. It's like fighting ourselves."
Shu Yun panted, a flicker of despair passing through her eyes.
Why did such bizarre immortal arts exist in this world? Both attack and defense used their own power—how was anyone supposed to fight that? Were the immortal arts of the Upper Realm all this overbearing?
"Then we kill our way back