Facing the four heavy, imposing black Iron Walls, Chu Qingyun's expression was serene. He directed his four remaining vines to lash out like whips, striking the Iron Walls fiercely.
Amidst a series of loud CRACKS, the four Iron Walls swayed violently, looking as if they would lose control and crash to the ground at any moment.
Wen Yanlie's face went pale, and sweat beaded on his forehead. He stared intently at the Iron Walls and vines in midair, desperately trying to maintain control of his Soul Technique.
Wen Yanlie was already at his limit just barely controlling the four Iron Walls.
In this state, the constant harassment from Chu Qingyun's vines compounded his difficulties, pushing his Control Power to the breaking point.
Chu Qingyun, in contrast, was effortlessly controlling ten vines at once while still being able to execute a royal-grade Sword Technique.
