The two men dragged back to the ground, terrified, frantically attacked the Black Demon Vines coiling towards their abdomens and chests with their sharp Black Tiger Shattering Golden Claws. However, Lin Xuankong was now at the Third Layer, nearing mid-grade. The Demon Vines he wielded had long surpassed those Gu Beicheng had once easily severed.
These Black Demon Vines were now incredibly tough, their entangling power terrifying. Even Zhao Dalong could only suppress the vines' spread with a measure of ease, while Qian Han, at the early stage of the Third Layer, had to exert all his strength just to barely slow their advance...
CRACKLE... CRACKLE... CRACKLE...
The two blind men suddenly heard it again—the sound of lightning that had just slain Steward Zhang Yihu. That death-knell sound of lightning rang out once more!
