C877

Swish

Countless black vines extended out from the ground, forming an inescapable net that enveloped Head of the Wanxiang Sect.

"Break apart!" Head of the Wanxiang Sect stirred the long whip in his hand. Suddenly, the whip in his hand turned into many sharp blades, dancing along with him, the blades on the whip cut apart the black vines