Without a moment's hesitation, Zhao Li Xin lunged straight at Sean at rapid speed. Meanwhile, Sean was still shaking from the aftermath of the previous clash, his mind lagging behind his body.
His pupils shrank as the cold gleam of Zhao Li Xin's blade surged toward him, the killing intent sharp enough to slice through the air itself. Death rushed at him in a single, unforgiving line.
Then the ground shuddered, and all of a sudden, from both sides, thorny vines erupted violently from the floor, thick as iron cables and bristling with barbs.
They lashed out with unnatural speed, coiling and snapping shut around Zhao Li Xin, forming a living cage meant to crush and restrain him in an instant.
Sean staggered back, breath hitching, as he realized how close he was to death. Luckily, someone helped him. A second later, Timothy landed in front of Sean, his expression laced with excitement and bloodlust.
