As long as Lu Xiaotian kept moving forward, he would never escape his Spirit-Slaying Demon Vines. After they burst out of the ground, several withered vines reached for him like enormous, withered hands, swiping at him with vicious force. They seemed poised to overtake him.
The withered vines let out a strange, hoarse laugh that sent shivers down one's spine. Their aura was domineering and bizarre. Under its influence, the reeds by the riverbank withered and died at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Spirit-Slaying Demon Vines!" Seeing the domineering, bizarre vines before them, Jin Changdao and the Snowridge Twin Eagles cried out almost simultaneously. Spirit-Slaying Demon Vines could only be cultivated by exceptionally powerful wood-element cultivators, nourished with their own blood essence. They were neither plant nor demon, and were overwhelmingly powerful. The vines before them were nearly the same color as the soil; once they slipped underground, they could move without anyone noticing.
These withered vines of Old Man Mu's were so thick, and their color so close to the earth, that they had likely been cultivated for at least a century or two. To grow to their present size, they would have consumed vast quantities of wood-element Spirit Stones along the way, perhaps even feeding on wood-element demonic creatures or the blood essence of human cultivators. Once caught in the slaughter of these Spirit-Slaying Demon Vines, not only flesh and blood but even core-origin magic artifacts would be shredded to pieces.
At once, Jin Changdao, He Rushuang, and the others looked at Lu Xiaotian differently. The Spirit-Slaying Demon Vines were so dangerous because their attacks were bizarre, and few people could escape them unscathed. Lu Xiaotian had not only gotten away safely before the vines struck, but his transparent little sword, though seemingly elusive, had also