Liu Feng knew the situation had reached a critical juncture. Dense sweat covered his forehead, and his hands were clenched tightly into fists, his knuckles turning white from the strain.
A determined light flashed in his eyes as he let out a low shout, continuously driving his First Soul Skill.
For a moment, the earth seemed to come alive. Countless roots surged from the ground like agile giant snakes, wildly wrapping themselves around the Giant Python Vine.
He had only one belief in his heart: use softness to overcome strength, use the tenacious resilience of Blue Silver Grass to restrain the Giant Python Vine's seemingly unstoppable brute force, and limit its movements with a woven net.
Under Liu Feng's full control, the roots of the Blue Silver Grass seemed to be guided by some mysterious power, coiling tightly around the Giant Python Vine's thick vines like nimble snakes.
The roots wound tighter and tighter, trying to render each of the Giant Python Vine's struggles useless and slow its devastating movements.
However, the Giant Python Vine was a powerful Soul Beast that had endured hundreds of years in these mountains. How could it submit so easily?
Feeling the restraints, it immediately revealed its wild nature.
Its thick vines twisted and lashed like enormous steel whips. Every struggle stirred up fierce airflow with a whooshing sound, as if it intended to tear apart everything around it.
Its strength was simply too great. The restraints painstakingly formed by the Blue Silver Grass were like fragile Spider Silk before it, breaking free again and again without mercy.
As the Soul Skill continued to be unleashed, Liu Feng's Soul Power drained away like floodwaters bursting through a broken dam.
His face grew increasingly pale, like a sheet of bloodless paper, while his once-bright eyes gradually