"Was that Chenfeng's shout just now? Could it be that Chenfeng and Xin Yi…" Cheng Dahhu, entwined with thin blood-red tendrils outside the city gate, said weakly.
Shen Mingxuan nodded somberly in response, "That was indeed Chenfeng's voice just now. I'm afraid we won't be able to leave the Land of Death alive this time."
"These damned tendrils, how can there be such strange plants in the Land of Death?" Xiao Liyuan, not willing to give up, tried to raise his Soul Force within his body once again, but this act was in vain.
However, at that moment, the tendrils entwining Shen Mingxuan and the others began to wither inexplicably, and soon they could no longer feel the blood draining from their bodies. These tiny blood-red tendrils originated from the towering blood-red tree within the city gates, and now that the entire tree had been destroyed by Ye Chenfeng, the tendrils naturally had no reason to live on.