Though they were Quasi-Saints, their attacks had no effect whatsoever on the vines.
The vines looked incomparably tough, and the four of them had no way to deal with them.
What was more, the vines could even absorb the four men's attacks.
As the commotion grew louder, Ye Lin discovered that the vines all around them were closing in.
One of the Quasi-Saints was directly ensnared by the vines, and countless tiny tendrils pierced straight through his body.
The essence of his flesh and blood was frantically devoured by the vines.
At a speed visible to the naked eye, the Quasi-Saint cultivator turned directly into a dried corpse.
Throughout the entire process, he had not the slightest ability to resist.
As for his companions, they too were now tangled up in vines. Forget helping him—even whether they could escape themselves was a question.
"Looks like they aren't from the Eastern Region, but natives of this secret realm."
Listening to their curses and conversation, Ye Lin knew they were not cultivators from the Eastern Region.
After all, all four figures were first-layer Quasi-Saints. That was clearly wrong.
The lineup was off.
Any cultivators from the Eastern Region would normally consist of one Daluo Golden Immortal and three third-layer Quasi-Saints.
If a Daluo Golden Immortal had made a breakthrough, they would then be a first-layer Quasi-Saint.
Moreover, Ye Lin could not understand their conversation at all. It was another language.
It was exactly the same as the language spoken by Qing Luo's tribespeople.
"Be careful. Go around them. The deaths of those three are only a matter of time."
After watching for a while, Ye Lin and the other three circled around from another side.
This time, with those three drawing the attention, Ye Lin's group moved even faster.
After all, the