After all, she was over ten thousand years old; she had to have a trick or two up her sleeve.
She held her breath and focused. When she saw what was happening not far from the Dragon Blood Tree, her heart suddenly skipped a beat.
The young man in black hadn't yet been completely surrounded by the vines. Instead, he was covered in blood and gritting his teeth as he fought back.
It really was Pei Ji.
Pei Ji was in a truly dire state, driven almost to the brink.
The vines grew more relentless with every setback, surging toward him without pause like a tide. Most were cut down by his sword, but a few still cruelly tore through his skin, leaving a string of savage gashes deep enough to show bone.
His features were blurred by the blood mist. Ning Ning could only make out his dark silhouette and the blood spraying from his wounds, even richer in color than the crimson spreading through the forest.
Pei Ji must have been nearing the end of his strength, with barely any spiritual energy left. Even so, he continued to fight desperately. Sword light flashed all around him, and his back remained ramrod straight, bringing to mind a slender yet steadfast pine.
Several long vines, like venomous snakes, attacked him from all directions, but Pei Ji no longer had enough spiritual energy to use Sword Light Differentiation.
His arms, calves, and neck were bound tightly by the vines, their thorns piercing his skin. He gritted his teeth without making a sound, still gripping his sword tightly as blood vessels in his eyes surged like a tide.
The vines were about to engulf him completely.
"Senior Sister Su."
After a moment's thought, Ning Ning sent a voice transmission: "We'll need to