This small seedling, though frail, carried with it a vibrant vitality.
Wang Wu looked on with a complex expression. At this moment, he could somewhat guess the reason behind it.
Firstly, the Human Race Cultivator, to extract higher quality paralyzing poison, used special means to draw out the essence of this Devil Vine, forming the previous core area of the poisonous mist.
At first, the Devil Vine was gravely injured, but given time, it could have recovered.
However, upon discovering Wang Wu's presence, the Human Race Cultivator, for some reason, went on a mad rampage like a rabid dog, injecting a small amount of two types of Demon King-level poison into the Devil Vine, forming an open trap. Whether or not Wang Wu falls into it, he would suffer significant losses.
These two Demon King-level poisons thus exhausted the last of the Devil Vine's vitality, becoming undoubtedly fatal.
Yet Wang Wu stepped in, spending all his efforts to escape danger.
