Due to Aiven's abilities, the blackthorn he could conjure up was only as thick as an adult's finger, resembling pitch-black wrought iron.
Although they were sturdier and sharper than naturally grown thorns, once matured, they would solidify and could not initiate attacks autonomously like the "Giant Transformation Vine".
However, despite this, these blackthorns, resembling spiked lances, inflicted severe casualties on the approaching lizard horde!
Screech—!
Screech—!
Pressed by countless companions from behind, the lizards at the front had no chance to evade, just like light cavalry charging into a lancer formation, directly impaled by the sharp thorns.
In an instant.
Dark blue blood spurted everywhere, completely altering the color of this thorny thicket.
The frenzied advance of the lizard horde was finally forcibly halted.
