C894 Leave It to Me
Countless thorny vines whirled around the Enchantress of Thorns, resembling crimson tentacles from the depths of hell.
She reclined on the Brambles Throne, her fingertips drumming a steady rhythm on the armrest.
The surrounding vines surged in sync with her tapping, swiftly entangling Zhu Rong with such speed that they whistled through the air.
Zhu Rong, facing the overwhelming thorny web