"Hey, now's not the time to relax, there are still two left here!" Qu Changkong reminded.
Yang Zhenshan snapped back to reality and looked at the man and woman, who had retreated to the edge of the vine cage, intending to cut through the vines and escape.
"Trying to run!"
Yang Zhenshan reached out a hand, and several thick vines instantly grew from the vine cage in front of them, lunging at them.
The two of them were not weak, and they managed to cut through several vines, but faced with the constantly growing vines, they could only evade and parry.
Initially, they could handle the vines coming at them, but as time went on, the vines controlled by Yang Zhenshan increased in number, surrounding them completely.
They ended up like a rice dumpling, tightly bound all over, with only their heads exposed.
