But this is no different from a mantis trying to stop a cart!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
From all directions, dozens to hundreds of vines, like massive battering rams, slammed onto that thin barrier!
"Crack—"
It only held for less than a breath before shattering with a sound.
"Ah—!"
Screams echoed incessantly.
In just a few short moments, apart from Pharmacist Xu still struggling, the rest of the disciples were completely wiped out.
"You beast! I’ll fight you to the end!"
Pharmacist Xu was furious, spitting a mouthful of vital blood, the spiritual light on the purple jade flute in his hand intensified.
A series of explosive sounds erupted.
Under the spiritual light of the purple jade flute, the vines snapped and fell; this person indeed had some skill.
However, what responded to him was the most terrifying main vine of the Demon-Eating Vine!
"Boom—!"
The purple jade flute that Pharmacist Xu prided himself on broke in two with a crack upon contact.
As for the protective spiritual light, it was pierced like thin paper, draining his vital blood.
This Foundation Establishment Cultivator, in just the blink of an eye, met the same fate as the other disciples.
...
The tragic, sorrowful wails, the sticky sound of vines tearing into flesh, the dull sound of bones being crushed...
Zhiwei’s delicate face turned pale, she remained silent, holding her master’s hand tightly.
She did not look at the chaotic battlefield, nor pay attention to the seemingly dead little white fox.
She just quietly watched her master with her black eyes.
Her master’s eyes were still calm. He raised his hand, as he always did, gently rubbed her head, and spoke softly:
"Zhiwei, don’t be afraid. Master is a Spirit Plant Cultivator... who understands the principles of plants best. Right now, we must absolutely not move, lest we provoke the ferocity of these demon plants. You and I will jointly use the Concealing Qi Technique to hide our presence, and I will try to soothe them with a secret technique of Spirit Plants..."
"Master, you don’t need to say anymore."
Zhiwei calmly interrupted her master.
Neither her nor her master’s Concealing Qi was invincible.
Those terrifying demon vines that had instantly devoured the Foundation Establishment Cultivators of Medicine King Valley, how could they be fooled by just Concealing Qi?
Now, they had already been surrounded layer by layer by the Demon-Eating Vines; attempting to conceal their Qi now would be treating the Demon-Eating Vines as fools.
Chen Ye was slightly taken aback, then shook his head with a solemn expression: "Zhiwei. Listen carefully, you must believe in Master... No matter what happens, you will definitely be safe... Even if something happens to Master, you will be fine."
Zhiwei bit her lip.
What does Master mean by this?
"But Master wants to tell you, no matter what kind of situation you are in, even if there is only a one in a thousand chance, you must never give up struggling."
Chen Ye sighed, his disciple in some sense is a child of destiny, how could anything happen to her?
As for himself, it might not be so...
"Master, listen to Zhiwei finish talking first..."
Bite marks left visible imprints on her pale lips.
What does Master mean by this?
Is he giving his last words?
But she just wants Master to live well!
The cold fingers of the black-haired little girl forcefully threaded through Chen Ye’s long fingers, intertwining!
This intertwining of fingers is absolutely not about romantic love.
It is merely seeking closeness at the end of life and death.
Chen Ye subconsciously tightened his grip on his disciple’s small hand, so small that it seemed once seized by the master, it could never be let go again.
"Master... do you think that Zhiwei always resists your touch."
The black-haired little girl mustered her courage, looking seriously at her master.
Chen Ye was slightly stunned, scratching his head: "Actually, it is... it’s a bit."
"That’s because..."
"Chirp chirp!"
The "dead" little white fox suddenly resurrected, the little creature, as if its tail was stepped on, sprang up, pointing its little paw fiercely at the distance!
Chen Ye and Zhiwei instinctively looked in the direction it pointed.
In the distance, a Demon-Eating Vine had already completely devoured its prey, a roar from the rift, its killing intent instantly locked onto the only remaining source of life in this area.
That being Chen Ye and the others.
Its main whip blasted out towards the three overhead!
"Master!"
The black-haired little girl suddenly embraced her master’s waist.
If here, without Master.
She, Lu Zhiwei, would certainly fight to the death,
But now, she just wanted to hug her master once more before dying.
If Qing Jun were here, Qing Jun would surely step up to protect Master.
But she... is just not as good as Qing Jun...
Chen Ye held onto his disciple’s frail waist, the Iron Sword already in his hand, spiritual power surged violently, protecting the two and the fox.
Even knowing it’s a mantis trying to stop a cart, he couldn’t just wait for death!
"Snap!"
Suddenly, an abrupt change occurred!
Even before the Demon-Eating Vine approached, another thicker, the very same vine that killed Pharmacist Xu earlier, unknown when it extended its main vine.
It arrived posthaste, fiercely lashing the attacking dark green main vine!
That vine, capable of a Foundation Establishment level of power, was sent flying backward with one hit, crying out in pain, no longer daring to make any rash moves.
"This... this is..."
Chen Ye held the terrified disciple and little fox in his arms, stunned on the spot.
He looked at the vine before them, unlike the others, at the top of the vine was a tendril, marked with a five-pointed star.
"Chirp chirp!!"
The little white fox in his arms let out a cry, it had actually been pointing to this vine earlier.
The Demon-Eating Vine, had come to save them!
The little white fox suddenly understood, it jumped out from Chen Ye’s embrace, landed on the ground, pointed at the vine, then pointed at itself, gesturing enthusiastically at Chen Ye.
Chen Ye listened to its incoherent "fox language," then looked at the vine gently lowering a tendril towards the little fox, seemingly friendly.
His voice slightly hoarse: "This Demon-Eating Vine, is it your friend?"