Outside the city gate.
Shen Mingxuan, Cheng Dahhu, and Xiao Liyuan, their bodies entwined by many small vines, had only lost sensation in their bodies. They looked worriedly toward the inside of the city gates. Although many small vines wrapped their bodies, the blood-sucking capability of these vines was very minimal; there was no immediate danger to their lives at the moment.
Feeling blood being slowly sucked from their bodies felt like chronic suicide, and knowing roughly when they would die filled Shen Mingxuan and the others with endless despair while they worried about Ye Chenfeng and Lin Xinyi. Even Ye Chenfeng had been dragged by the robust vines into the city gate; who could now create a miracle? They could only wait for death helplessly.