The thorns burst from the ground like countless purple vipers, writhing and dancing frenziedly in the dense green smoke, launching their assault.
However, the target of these "vipers" was not the delegation from the Luo Ze Empire, but the delegation from the Wansheng Country.
Before the subhumans present could react, the barbed thorns wrapped around their waists, coiled around their arms, and bound them to their positions.
Without dragging his feet, Yang Yu took out his shield, enveloped in a red light in front of him, and at incredible speed, crashed into the wall of the conference room, breaking through.
The conference room where the negotiations were held was on the second floor and did not require excessive protection.
As rubble fell, Yang Yu put his hand to his mouth, blew a whistle, and called for his companions to retreat.
