Each vine was as thick as an adult's arm, its surface covered in fine, scale-like patterns that gleamed with a cold metallic luster in the morning light.
They burst out of thin air so quickly that Ghost Leopard Douluo's pupils abruptly contracted.
He had already pushed his speed to the limit, but there were simply too many vines. Their menacing shapes filled every corner of his vision.
Ghost Leopard Douluo snorted coldly and abruptly changed direction in midair.
His martial soul, the hurricane ghost leopard, excelled at speed and lunging strikes. Wide-area control soul skills like this were precisely what he feared least.
No matter how many vines there were, they were useless if they could not keep up with him.
He tapped his toes against empty air. Blue-black soul power exploded beneath his feet, and he shot forward like a bolt of blue lightning, narrowly slipping through the gaps between dozens of vines.
But the moment he broke through the first layer of encirclement, he ran straight into the second.
As though they had anticipated his escape route, the vines converged from every direction the instant he found his footing, like a vast mouth lined with fangs.
Ghost Leopard Douluo frowned.
He refused to believe it. Curling the fingers of his right hand into claws, he unleashed Leopard Claw Blade, tracing five blue-black arcs through the air and severing three oncoming vines at once.
Dark green sap seeped from the cuts and splattered through the air. As it landed on his protective soul power, it hissed with corrosion.
Such powerful corrosion.
Ghost Leopard Douluo's expression shifted slightly.
He glanced down at his protective soul power. Several tiny pits had actually been eaten into the blue-black barrier where the sap had touched it. Though they had not yet broken through,