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Chen Xiaojun leaned forward to pick Xiao Yi up and take her to the emergency room, but she weakly waved him off. Then, leaning on his arm, she rose gracefully to her feet and turned her gaze toward the arena.
Up on the arena, an abrupt change had also overtaken the Qing Lin Team.
Kuang Jingxin, Han Zhaoxue, Zhu Lie, Tie Zhan, and Xiang Yuchen were now covered in jadeite vines and leaves.
No, to be precise, they had been tightly entwined and bound.
Jadeite vines coiled around the five like spirit serpents, their lush green leaf veins winding over their clothes and armor.
A spring breeze swept across the arena, carrying the rustling of fresh leaves bursting from their bodies. In that tense atmosphere, the sound was especially eerie.
"These... these vines are devouring their soul power!" Chen Xiaojun's pupils contracted slightly.
The five were pale now-no, deathly pale-and their limbs had gone limp.
Tie Zhan's burly body trembled beneath the winding vines, as though their powerful, strangling grip was inflicting tremendous pain. The once-gleaming Ice Soul Spear in Han Zhaoxue's hand had already clattered to the ground, and he collapsed helplessly, still bound.
Then the Blood Spear Formation's markings twisted wildly out of order. A succession of bangs rang out as the great formation abruptly disintegrated.
Qin Huameng, who had already coughed up blood and had been forcing herself to hold on, finally reached her limit. She toppled to the ground, coughed up blood again, and fainted.
Right-she, too, was tightly bound in vines.
Of the other five, some coughed up blood, some lost consciousness, and others crumpled helplessly.
The six bodies either curled up like shrimp or lay limp as mud, a stark contrast to their earlier imposing presence on