As soon as he finished speaking, the branches of the giant tree began to grow crazily, at an extremely fast speed.
But in the blink of an eye, it shot straight to the sky, with dense branches and leaves stacked on top of each other, covering the entire sky in an instant, and the light became dim.
At the same time, countless thick gray-brown vines separated crazily from the trunk and branches.
The surface of the vines is covered with sharp black barbs, giving off a cold light.
Like countless poisonous pythons that are ready to attack, with the sound of breaking through the air, they are attacking Qilin King from all directions.
Wood Baleful Intent Race The strong man is determined to trap and kill Qilin King.
Branches and vines are growing faster than ever before.
Within a moment, an airtight green cage formed in mid-air, completely blocking all directions in which Qilin King could avoid.
No matter how flexible he is, he can't break out of these layers of siege.
Qilin King naturally saw through the other party's intentions, how could he just sit back and wait for death?
Purple light blades all around him kept bursting out, and countless purple light blades were like meteors chasing the moon, bombarding the surrounding branches, leaves and vines.
"Bang bang bang!!!"
The light blade hit the vines and branches, and explosions continued one after another.
A large number of broken branches and leaves were blasted into the sky, but the strong Wood Baleful Intent Race had already pushed the secret recovery method to its extreme.
Green light flashed on the surface of the tree, and the cut vines, branches and leaves grew back in an instant.
The recovery speed far exceeds the damage speed of Qilin King.
Relying on this advantage, the layers of branches, leaves and vines finally completely enveloped Qilin King, restricting his movements.
Thick vines wrapped around his limbs, getting tighter and tighter, making it impossible for him to struggle violently or perform any moves.
"Crash!!!"
The sound of the rolling vines was extremely harsh, and in just a short moment, Qilin King's limbs were tightly entangled.
He worked hard to activate Immortal Power in his body, and a rich purple aura surged outside his body, desperately trying to break away from these constraints.
But the vines are extremely tough and are blessed by Wood Baleful Intent Divine Power. No matter how hard he struggles, he can't break free.
"It's already this time, do you still think you can escape?!"
Wood Baleful Intent Race The strong man saw this and let out a hoarse and ferocious laugh.
The laughter was full of pride and cruelty.
He knew very well that as long as Qilin King was completely trapped, victory would be within easy reach.
More vines shot up from all directions, wrapping around Qilin King layer by layer, wrapping his huge body tightly.
The vines tightened tighter and tighter, and the black spikes on the surface suddenly stretched out, piercing into the gaps in Qilin King's armor and piercing deeply into his body.
As the vines continued to tighten, the spikes penetrated deeper and deeper, and then began to crazily absorb the pure power in Qilin King's body!
Qilin King was strangled so hard that his body was slightly deformed, and his armor was strangled so hard that it made a slight crisp sound.
He could no longer suppress the pain and let out a low roar. He could clearly feel that the power of Immortal Power and the divine fire in his body was being continuously drained away along the spikes of the vines!
Strength is lost rapidly, and the body gradually becomes weak.
The feeling of watching his own strength being eaten away and his life constantly disappearing, but being unable to resist, made him feel aggrieved and angry.
The auditorium around Slaughter Arena was packed with High Antiquity Evil Demons.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the center of the battlefield, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.
Seeing the miserable appearance of Qilin King being entangled in layers of vines, with its body deformed and its strength constantly being lost, the whole place instantly exploded.
Many neutral demons shook their heads and sighed, with regrets on their faces. "What a pity, no matter how fierce and brave Qilin King is, if you encounter an opponent with incredible resilience like Wood Baleful Intent Race, you will inevitably die!"
"His fighting style is all about strong attacks and deadly moves, but Wood Baleful Intent Race is not afraid of this kind of damage. His recovery speed is faster than his destruction speed. He is completely restrained to death!"
"The power of Qilin Divine Fire is really terrifying. If it were another opponent, he would have been burned to ashes long ago. It can only be said that one thing will bring another thing down. What a bad luck!"
And those demons who bet on Qilin King to win were even more furious at this moment, shouting curses with ferocious faces.
They spent all their personal money betting, thinking that the mythical beast would win, but they didn't expect to find themselves in such a situation, and they were about to lose everything.
"Damn! What a waste! Does it deserve to be called Qilin King? I think it's just a useless Qilin worm!"
"I have lost all the money I saved with great effort to you, a piece of rubbish!"
"It's better to just die. It would be a shame to keep it. To be sucked dry by someone is really a disgrace to a mythical beast!"
Many people were so angry that they threw away their betting certificates on the spot, with despair on their faces, believing that Qilin King would definitely lose, and there was no possibility of a comeback, and they had completely given up hope.
On the other hand, those demons who were betting on the strong Wood Baleful Intent Race were all smiling and triumphant, cheering and shouting one after another.
"Hahaha! I have long said that Wood Baleful Intent Race can be an upset, but now I have made a lot of money. The odds are much higher than Qilin King!"
"I feel comfortable. I have won back everything I lost before. This wave is stable!"
"Hurry up and kill him. Don't wait too long to avoid a long night of dreams!"
"Don't worry, Qilin King is almost drained and will turn into a mummy soon. You still want to make a comeback? It's impossible to even dream!"
The strong Wood Baleful Intent Race absorbed nearly one-third of the pure power of Qilin King.
The already huge tree became thicker and thicker, and its branches became more luxuriant.
The entangled vines have become several times stronger than before, and the aura is rising steadily, becoming more powerful.
Qilin King, on the other hand, became increasingly weak, his body gradually shriveled up, and his strength continued to lose.
Under the circumstances, Wood Baleful Intent Race, the strong man's eyes became even more proud, and he laughed hoarsely.
"Hahaha, you are worthy of being the mythical beast Qilin. Your power is so pure, it is really a great tonic! If you suck it for a while longer, I will be able to break through the shackles, and you will be completely freed!"
Slaughter Arena The VIP room on the top floor has a wide view and can have a panoramic view of the battlefield.
Xie Purou clutched his sleeves tightly, his little face full of anxiety and worry.
Seeing Qilin King in dire straits and on the verge of death, he could no longer hold back and turned to look at Youruo beside him, his voice filled with urgency.
"Senior sister, we can't wait any longer. It's time to take action, right? If you're one step later, Qilin King will be completely drained and turned into a mummy. By then it will be too late to save!"
Youruo stood in front of the window, hands behind his back, staring at the battlefield with a heavy gaze.
Looking at Qilin King's body being deformed by vines and gradually withering, his eyes were full of worry.
Although she and Qilin King are not acquainted with each other, they can be considered to be old friends with their master.
After this chance encounter, we must not just watch him die tragically in this Slaughter Arena.
But she had a calm mind and did not panic. She just frowned slightly and spoke softly with a firm tone.
"Don't worry, let's take another look. As the divine beast Qilin, he can't be defeated so easily. He may have a back-up plan."
After hearing what the senior sister said, Xie Purou was filled with anxiety, but he could only suppress the panic in his heart and continue to stare at the battlefield patiently.
He clenched his hands tightly, sweating silently for Qilin King, hoping for a miracle to happen.
Inside the gloomy Slaughter Arena, the air was filled with the indescribably thick smell of blood and the burnt smell of Immortal Power fragments.
In the center, Qilin King, covered with dark purple scales, was tightly shackled, with countless dark green and black vines and dead wood branches wrapped around it.
These vines are transformed from the natal spiritual roots of the strong Wood Baleful Intent Race.
The surface is covered with fine blood-sucking barbs, which are embedded in the gaps of Qilin King's scales.
Like countless venomous snakes clinging tightly to their prey, no matter how hard he pushed the Immortal Power in his body to struggle, his scales were strangled until they glowed with dark red blood.
He didn't even have room to lift his hooves or raise his head. He was completely reduced to a prisoner waiting to be slaughtered, with no way to break free.
Wood Baleful Intent Race The towering dead tree branches transformed by the strong are as strong as the pillars of heaven.
Countless roots spread along the vines, continuously extracting the pure Immortal Power and original blood essence from Qilin King's body.
The purple Qilin original power turned into streams of light along the vines, pouring crazily into the shadow of the dead wood.
Qilin King's body shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The originally shiny scales gradually lost their luster and became dull and rough.
The Qilin horns on the top of his head were turning gray, the Qilin pressure lingering around him was getting weaker and weaker, and his aura was extremely weak.
It seems that in just a few moments, he will be completely sucked into a lifeless mummy, his soul will be scattered, and he will completely perish here.
Qilin King's closed eyes suddenly opened, filled with overwhelming anger and determination.
He was very clear in his heart. He was already in a desperate situation. If he delayed for even half a minute, he would be dead.
He is not afraid of death. Since he is deeply trapped in Slaughter Arena, he has already put life and death aside.
But he could never tolerate the fact that he had practiced so hard for thousands of years to become the wedding dress of this despicable Wood Baleful Intent Race monk.
Let alone let your Qilin origin be swallowed up by the other party, fueling the arrogance of the alien race and humiliating the reputation of the Qilin Clan.
"We will die together!"
A roar as low as thunder, packed with endless ferocity, exploded from the depths of Qilin King's throat.
There was no hesitation, no flinching.
He was already ruthless in his heart and made up his mind to die together with the other party. He would sacrifice his own life to be buried with this strong Wood Baleful Intent Race. He would not leave any trace of his cultivation for the enemy to take advantage of.
The next second, Qilin King broke through the layers of imprisonment of his own cultivation, no longer suppressing the Immortal Power rushing inside his body.
Instead, it was forced to move, causing the whole body Immortal Power to deviate from its original trajectory and move crazily and retrograde in an extremely violent and contrary to the common sense of practice.
He forcefully split Immortal Power inside his body into two parts.
Half of it follows the Dantian and rushes normally to the limbs and bones.
The other half goes against the meridians, pouring crazily from the limbs and bones back to the Dantian.
Two Immortal Power with completely opposite directions and infinite power collided in his meridians and dantian without any buffer or room.
"Boom!!!"
A deafening muffled sound erupted directly from Qilin King's body, penetrated the scales, and resounded throughout Slaughter Arena.
It shook so much that ripples appeared on the barrier at the edge of the stands.
Many monks with weaker cultivation levels were shocked by this sound wave, causing their eardrums to hurt and their energy and blood to surge.
The force of the collision was comparable to Great Destruction when the universe first opened, and it was like billions of stars exploding at the same time.
Terrifying energy instantly filled his limbs and bones. No matter how tough the Qilin meridians were, they could not withstand such a self-inflicted retrograde impact and broke every inch.
Thin lines of blood oozed crazily from the gaps in the scales, dyeing the vines around him red.
His body was shaking violently, and every inch of his muscles and bones felt heartbreaking pain.
But he gritted his teeth and remained silent, allowing the power in his body to completely lose control, like a volcano that had been dormant for thousands of years suddenly erupting.
The hot and violent energy was rushing through his body, and it would break through his body at any time and detonate completely.
This sudden and shocking incident was instantly captured by all the monks in the stands, and the originally silent stands instantly exploded.
Qilin Immortal Power, who was originally calm and reserved, now became chaotic and violent.
The air around him was distorted by this violent force, and energy ripples visible to the naked eye spread in circles. Although he was still in the state of a normal monk, it was clearly a sign that he was on the verge of self-destruction.
"Eh? Is he crazy? He activated the forbidden magic secret method and wants to fight back with all his strength?!"
"They are all tied up like this. Immortal Power is almost drained. How can you still have the strength to fight back? You are just seeking death!"
"No! Something's wrong! This isn't a secret counterattack, it's a completely out-of-control power. He's self-destructing and wants to blow himself up!"
Most of the audience mistakenly thought that Qilin King was desperate and activated the forbidden technique, which injures the enemy by one thousand and damages himself by eight hundred.
But a few old and powerful men with sharp eyes saw through the truth in an instant, their expressions suddenly changed, and they exclaimed in surprise.
Self-destruction is equivalent to detonating one's entire cultivation, origin and even soul.
Turn yourself into a source of explosion that destroys the heaven and earth, and all living things and everything will be crushed into powder.
This is a complete and utter desire to die together, a will to die rather than be ruined!
The news spread throughout the stands in an instant, and all the monks were stunned and looked at Qilin King with shock and awe in their eyes.
"Oh my god! Do you really want to self-destruct? It's okay to be cruel to the enemy, but to be so cruel to yourself, you really don't want your life!"
"Even if they are shattered to pieces, they will drag their enemies to be buried with them. This Qilin King is worthy of being a member of the King family. Such courage is rare in the world!"
"Now Wood Baleful Intent Race, that guy is in trouble. He obviously has a chance to win, but he actually ran into such a tough opponent and it's too late to run away!"
"If we die together, how will Slaughter Arena's victory be determined? Now there's something exciting to watch!"
The noise was filled with admiration for Qilin King's ruthless character.
As the Wood Baleful Intent Race powerhouse who was closest to the source of the explosion, he felt it most clearly and was also the most horrified.
He was originally immersed in the pleasure of devouring the origin of Qilin.
I just felt that Immortal Power of Qilin King suddenly no longer resisted, but instead took the initiative to flow crazily into my body along the vines.
The force of the influx was so great that even his dead wood branches swelled slightly.
At first, he looked ecstatic, thinking that Qilin King had completely given up resistance. He was so frightened that he took the initiative to offer his cultivation, and even had a proud and sinister smile on his lips.
But in just a moment, a breath of destruction that destroyed the heaven and earth came back fiercely along the vines.
The extremely violent energy fluctuations made his spiritual roots begin to tremble, and a fatal sense of crisis came from the depths of his soul, as if he was locked tightly by the God of Death.
"Self-destruction? How dare you blow yourself up?!"