Turning Against Each Other, Part 2

Masses of vines and branches wildly whipped and swept toward the hundreds of Wan Nians. Some directly bound Wan Nian's bodies and hurled them into the blood basin-like maw at the center. Others swept out and snapped several people's spines at once.

Yet every Wan Nian seemed to have abandoned resistance, doing nothing but continuously chanting true words.

Whenever one was devoured, several new ones appeared.

Lin Xin faintly sensed that the vibrations of the true words in the air were growing stronger and heavier.

He saw Yin Manto's movements becoming increasingly sluggish, as though it was being more and more affected by the true words.

"Sound-wave true words?" Lin Xin slowly drew the Red Flower Sword, his face dark as still water. Blood-plasma-like spiritual energy slowly burned across the blade like flames.

Countless black-red vines surrounded him, protecting him in their midst and cutting off part of the sound-wave effects.

Clang!!

With a light flick, Lin Xin, having cultivated the Nine Mornings Song to the Jade Echo realm, merely matched the gaps within its rhythms and suddenly rang the sword blade.

At once, the rhythm of Wan Nian's chanting true words was thrown into disarray.

Lin Xin pointed his sword diagonally at the ground, blood-colored spiritual energy as tangible as substance blazing over his entire body.

"Heretical tricks."

With a shake of his longsword, his figure abruptly vanished.

Whoosh!

A cluster of Wan Nians was suddenly swept through by Lin Xin, who appeared behind them with a horizontal slash. Their waists were severed into two, and they burst apart like soap bubbles.

Lin Xin's figure appeared again by a distant palace wall. A circle of red lines suddenly wound around him, crisscrossing through the bodies of the surrounding Wan Nians.

Figures shattered one after another. More Wan Nians slowly