C1196 Spirit Grass in Hand

"Let me go!"

Qing Zijian let out a furious roar. He struggled with all his might, but the force of the vine was getting stronger and stronger, tightly binding his body.

The Dark seeped out from the vine and wrapped around Qing Zijian's body. Qing Zijian's eyes became blurred by the clarity of the Dark, as if he had lost his sense of self.

"Don't struggle anymore. I need your body!"

Qi Linyan