"What was that sound?"
As the vines launched their attack, the gods finally sensed the aura of danger.
Only, everyone's attention was on their feet, and they had not discovered the deadly vines overhead.
Of course, they only hesitated for a moment. In the next instant, as the commotion grew clearer and clearer, a god finally lifted his head and looked upward.
"Ah, damn it, they're above us! They're all those damned vines!"
In the next instant, a god cried out in alarm, his eyes filled with terror.
It could be said that at this moment, facing these eerie vines, even gods were no different from ordinary people.
Hearing that god's cry, all the gods looked upward in horror.
They saw tens of thousands of vines already dropping from the branches of the giant tree, and among these vines, even the thinnest were as thick as water barrels.
If one did not speak of the danger of these vines, but instead watched the giant tree from a distant vantage point, one would discover that these vines were like the hanging branches of a weeping willow, actually carrying a trace of beauty.
"Quick, run!" But the gods naturally had no such leisure or refined mood. Their faces deathly pale, they scattered rapidly in all directions.
But vines were hanging down from the branches of the entire giant tree. Thus, if they wanted to escape, that was clearly impossible.
"Quick, let's enter that tree hollow!"
Seeing that fleeing toward the surroundings was certain death, Nalant immediately looked toward the tree hollow.
Though he did not know what was inside the tree hollow, at this moment, how could he still care about so much? It was better than standing outside and being sucked dry by those eerie vines.
"Go!" The God of Hunting