Just then, countless more vines whipped out from behind the great tree, their assault seemingly endless. Having tasted blood, a multitude of branches began to slowly bore into his limbs.
The pain jolted Yao Zichong back to consciousness. He looked up at the demonic dance of the branches above him, then at the distant, silently weeping Wan Wanxin. Despair filled his heart. 'Xin'er, I'm sorry. I can't stay with you until the end.'
Goosebumps broke out all over Feng Moxi's skin. 'Even now, Yao Zichong is still hung up on her. It must be true love.'
The Tang Blade in her hand left a trail of golden sparks as it hacked at the vines. Up ahead, lightning flared at the base of the great tree while Sima Yue pressed his attack.
Chaoyang had already rescued Xiao Lizi, tossing him far out of harm's way.
