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But within a few seconds, a vine broke through the soil and pierced through their heart.

Gan Ziwen bit his teeth, lifted his curved knife, and, while still spurred on by the effect of the buff, desperately charged towards the quietly standing nun.

In the livestream, the barrage was dense.

"Gan Ziwen, charge!" "Don't give up! You can die with dignity!" "My wife Floey is awesome!" "So cool! I want to join this organization too!"

Floey's face was expressionless.

She gently lifted her hand, and a dim purple glow blossomed, her fingers hooking upward from below.

Hissss...!

Dozens of thick, black-purple vines burst from the ground, attacking Gan Ziwen.

"Arrgh!!"

Gan Ziwen shouted angrily and swung his curved knife to slash.

Amidst a series of muffled sounds, he chopped through several of the vines, but eventually ran out of strength and was pierced simultaneously by the remaining ones.

Pft, pft pft...!!

Gan Ziwen's eyes bulged, his body full of vines, looking like a hedgehog.