When a burly adult man was sprinting at full speed, even a small pebble could send him crashing hard to the ground.
Xuan Lan was precisely such a burly man, but the vines that had suddenly sprouted were countless times worse than pebbles. Those crafty vines lightly tangled around Xuan Lan's feet and leisurely tugged them backward. Xuan Lan immediately lost his balance and slammed forward like a collapsing mountain.
With a crack, everyone heard the sound of bones dislocating in Xuan Lan's left foot. Xuan Lan was too heavy and running too fast; when he fell, the vines wrapped tightly around the top of his left foot, and his immense weight forcibly pulled his ankle apart.
Xuan Lan howled in pain, then stomped down viciously. His dislocated ankle snapped back into place with another crack, but before he could rise, countless green vines as thick as thumbs abruptly sprouted from the brush around him. The vines swiftly crawled over Xuan Lan's body, wrapping him in layer upon layer. They were astonishingly tough; even struggling with all his strength, Xuan Lan could only tear apart several dozen at a time. Yet more and more vines wound themselves around him, pinning Xuan Lan firmly to the ground.
Lin Qi's expression changed. These vines should be Ironwire Vine, renowned for its extraordinary toughness. When newly sprouted, it was already as strong as alloy bars; if it was an old vine that had grown for years, even ordinary holy artifacts might not be able to sever it. It was an utterly terrifying, yet exceptionally useful, thing.
Ordinary people had little use for such vines, but according to Elder Qing's teachings, Ironwire Vine was the greatest aid to certain top-tier hunters and archers. A powerful archer could use these vines to lay traps and