Creak…
The Demonic Vine King was extremely fast, its mass of tentacles pouncing toward Yang Ling as they crackled in the air. Its sturdy tentacles lashed out toward Yang Ling in waves, not leaving any gaps as if it was a net, instantly sealing off Yang Ling's path of escape. Yang Ling's scalp crawled as if he was facing off against a mass of venomous snakes.
"Not good, quick, charge forward quickly!"
"Darn it, charge!"
…
Seeing that the terrifying Demonic Vine King was manically attacking Yang Ling in the air at the risk of its life, the group became immensely shocked, once again accelerating as they charged forward. Unfortunately, even the fastest amongst them, Richardson, was not able to reinforce Yang Ling in time. All he could do was look on helplessly as the mass of the Demonic Vine King's tentacles surrounded Yang Ling.