Chương 1714: The Egg Stealing Gang

The balls formed by the branches of the tea tree were torn open. From them, arms stretched out at the same time. On one side was a pair of fair human arms, and on the other a pair of mechanical arms.

The scarlet divine flame swirled, forcing the branches away. Bu Fang's figure slowly emerged from the first ball. Whitey, on the other hand, simply ripped the ball apart and jumped out of it.

"You guys broke free?" Countess Xia Qiu gave Bu Fang and Whitey a quizzical look.

Bu Fang's cultivation base was only at the level of a Saint of the Great Path, so how could he break free of the bondage imposed on him by the Chaotic-Saint-level tea tree?

The Soul Cleansing Tea Tree was not an ordinary plant. It was the strongest being of a universe where plant life reigned supreme. She had forcibly dug it out and transplanted it to her own garden, turning the place into a tea plantation.