Chương 611: Satanic Methods

The level-12 mystic cultivator's conscious rapidly crumpled from Qiao Mu's mental attack, and his brain was stabbed by pain while his body also wanted to fall sideways.

While inwardly shouting "sh*t" in horror, he quickly fished out two mystic energy beads from his inner world.

But would Qiao Mu give him the chance to use mystic energy beads?

As if alive, the vine coiled around the level-12 mystic cultivator's wrist, and a crisp crack rang out without the vine ostensibly exerting any strength.

That level-12 mystic cultivator's pupils contracted, and he stared simply in disbelief at his snapped wrist.

This… how was it possible?

A flimsy and pliable vine could actually snap his wrist in one second? Was this still a level-12 mystic cultivator's robust body?

Meanwhile, the vine animatedly swallowed down the two mystic energy beads, which completely turned into nourishment for Qiuqiu.