Divine sense was already nearly useless here, so Wang Daoyuan gathered the power of his domain divine ability around Xuan Yuan.
This fellow's two hind legs had been entangled by some kind of vine. With a flick of Wang Daoyuan's sword fingers, a crimson-gold beam slashed out.
The instant the golden light touched it, the vine immediately withered.
Only then did Xuan Yuan let out a sigh of relief. "I read quite a few classics in the Spirit Pearl Space before. They all said the Ancient Battlefield was perilous, but I never quite believed it.
Yet I never expected that the moment we entered,
we would run into something so troublesome.
Just now, this vine wrapped around my legs, and I couldn't break free no matter how hard I struggled.
It even had thorns growing on it. Once they pierced the skin, they sucked blood.
If not for Master's Solar Laws and Crimson Sun True Fire restraining this thing, my little life would have been left here."
Wang Daoyuan picked up the withered vine and stored it in the Spirit Pearl Space, intending to have Lianshen and the others identify what it was.
A moment later, his avatar Hun Yin sent him a message.
Wang Daoyuan cursed angrily. "What rotten luck,
running into this damned thing.
Forget about the vine.
Let's keep moving forward."
Xuan Yuan was rather curious. "This vine is extraordinarily unusual. Even I found it difficult to tear apart.
It would be perfect for fighting enemies. Why not keep it, Master?"
Wang Daoyuan looked disdainful. "The vine is laced with wisps of resentful energy, and its leaves bear ghost-face patterns.
Its thorns are hollow. They can suck blood and harm the soul.
This thing is called Resentful Soul Vine, a spiritual plant of the underworld.
To keep