Uchiha Yato had barely finished speaking when everyone watched in astonishment as a large number of vines erupted around him once more.
The vines spread densely and rapidly like a green tide. Unlike before, these vines were somewhat thinner, but they moved as fast as lightning, making them impossible to follow.
Rather than wrapping directly around the Seven-Tails' body as they had before, the vines wove together in a strange yet orderly pattern.
Each vine seemed to have its own mission. They intertwined and merged, eventually forming an even thicker, gigantic vine.
Like a ferocious giant python, the vine bared its fangs and claws as it lunged at the Seven-Tails.
Faced with this sudden assault, the Seven-Tails, having dealt with it once before, did not panic.
It swiftly adjusted its posture, spread its wings, and nimbly soared into the air.
Just as the enormous vine was about to strike it, the Seven-Tails deftly twisted aside, successfully evading the deadly blow.
However, the Seven-Tails was not content with merely dodging.
Using its advantage in the air, it continuously circled overhead, waiting for chances to counterattack.
At times, it lashed fiercely at the vines with its incomparably hard tail. At others, it left deep claw marks in them with its sharp talons.
For a time, the battlefield became an intensely fierce spectacle.
The vines controlled by Uchiha Yato and the Seven-Tails traded blows without yielding an inch.
Their attacks and defenses shifted with the swiftness of a raging storm, leaving onlookers dazzled and tense.
The entire battlefield was engulfed by this heart-stopping clash, and the atmosphere had grown tense to the extreme.
Seeing the scene before it, the Seven-Tails felt like it could handle this again.
Uchiha Yato could naturally see that the Seven-Tails was no longer nervous and was even gradually