In the sky filled with black cherry blossoms, claws burning with black flames, even larger and more terrifying than the previous ones, creaked as they grew from the flames. That
sound was like an ancient tree uprooting itself.
Just as in the illusion, Russell's hand that held "Cui Que" was similar.
His sinister karma fire claws also tightly gripped the vine spears that pierced through him.
Although they should have been plants, they now emitted a pitiful squeaking, much like rats scalded by boiling water.
It wasn't burning—it was devouring.
The vines were charred, turning black and hard, before gradually taking on an ashen red hue.
"Grafting Lovers" felt intense fear because of this.
It let out an incomprehensible piercing scream, giving up the vines that had touched Russell.
Countless bright red juices burst forth from the severed parts like blood, causing it to become extraordinarily weak.
But this was the right thing to do.