This mystical grass daring to devour Mo Zhi in front of Yun Ran was undoubtedly treading on Yun Ran's thunder point.
If it were further away, or if Yun Ran had not seen it, this grass's attack might have worked.
Now, Yun Ran just let out a cold laugh, "Ha, really courting death!"
Just as those slender red lines were about to entwine Mo Zhi, Yun Ran's hand moved.
The sword light from the Peach Wood Sword seemed to have its own consciousness, precisely chopping through those slender red lines without harming Mo Zhi in the slightest.
With a 'pft' sound, all the fine lines snapped in response, and this all happened in an instant.
Fear, belatedly, crawled up Mo Zhi's spine.
When those slender red lines were severed, Mo Zhi finally truly understood what Yun Ran previously meant by 'death calamity'.
Almost by reflex, Mo Zhi's form flew backward a great distance until her back touched the cave wall, only then did her fear somewhat alleviate.
