The vines on the cliffs were very strong but appeared fragile as they were ripped off and shredded into pieces by the terrifying gusts of aura. They jetted toward the dense mountain path.
While the vines were strong, they were in fact lightweight. However, when they landed on the mountain path and in the forest, they fell like heavy rocks.
The vines fell in a resounding boom, smashing holes into the ground. They crushed several trees and caused debris to fly wherever they landed. The sounds of objects being shattered and crushed rang. Some vines became wedged deeply in tree trunks and some left deep gouges on hard rocks. It was terrifying.
A slender and soft vine fell from the cliff and hit Long Qing's back.
He felt as if he had been struck by a large rock. His face was pale and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Fear threaded through his pupils but he bore the pain and continued running down the mountain.