Volume One, Chapter 284
The things attacking everyone were basically plants. Every tree, every flower, every blade of grass in the forest seemed alive, brimming with danger.
Those under attack were not in mortal danger. These plants would not kill the Wuzi; they would merely devour their blood.
This was also the first ritual of the witch sacrifice—Blood Sacrifice, using the Wuzi's blood to make offerings to the sacred land.
Countless plants had absorbed the blood of Wuzi from past generations, and Wuzi were the strongest and most gifted people of every tribe. Having absorbed their blood, these plants also possessed the ability to restrain witch power.
If one was caught by these plants and failed to break free immediately, they would lose a great deal of blood, and their body would automatically be teleported out.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
The soft grass on the ground instantly stiffened, shooting out like swords. Several people hurriedly raised defensive barriers, but the grass swords were incredibly sharp. Blade after blade of grass pierced through the barriers, frightening them into immediately retreating.
Rustle!
A large tree behind them came alive, and countless branches stabbed toward those people. Caught unprepared, their bodies were pierced through countless times as the branches immediately began absorbing their blood.
They hastily broke free and attacked the branches. Streaks of cold light slashed across them, severing the branches.
This enraged the tree. It frantically grew more branches and sent them reaching toward the Wuzi, and the group began battling the tree.
A delicate-looking young man walked cautiously through the forest with a saber in hand. Suddenly, a creeper shot out from the ground toward him.
The young man swung his saber, sending forth a streak of cold light that cut the creeper apart.
But two creepers suddenly stretched out from