The alliance of sixteen demigods had formed a terrifying combat power.
Even Ying Yue, controlling countless ancient trees with astonishing lethality, found himself unable to breach their defense circle temporarily.
They advanced steadily until they finally reached the 550-kilometer mark.
Here, their pace noticeably slowed down; Vines from all directions, both swift and strong, were not something to be easily withstood.
Seeing this, Ying Yue quietly breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes intently scanning the field, looking for an opportunity to ambush.
Suddenly, he spotted a white demigod unleashing a storm, entwined by a vine and then violently pulled, briefly dragged out of the battle ring!
"Save me!"
The white demigod was taken aback, waving his arms frantically, unleashing small Wind Blades like Sword Rain, slashing at the vine.
But the tenacity of the vine was clearly beyond imagination; the Wind Blades left cuts but couldn't sever it temporarily.
"Save me! Save me now!"