As the gray-green liquid droplets landed on the Spiritual Power Shield, protecting his body like an upright oval rugby ball, the liquid immediately slid off the smooth surface of the Spiritual Power Shield and fell to the ground around him.
Once the thorns from the vines had all dissolved into liquid and completely vanished, the vines had exhausted all means of attack.
Standing within the Spiritual Power Shield, Dong Tianyu didn't resort to other means of attack either. Drawing a Flying Sword from his Storage Space, he made a light swipe, and the cocoon of vines that had enveloped him was instantly split in two.
When Dong Tianyu emerged from the cocoon of vines and saw the daylight once more, he suddenly noticed that the wild grasses on the ground, which had previously stood erect as if they were gleaming with a metallic sheen, were now swaying gently in the breeze like ordinary wild grass.