Unexpectedly, a cloud of poisonous smoke erupted from the toxic vines, accompanied by a piercing, miserable scream as they dissolved into a pool of viscous black blood, which then gave off an overwhelmingly foul odor.
"Just as I thought. These thorny magic trees have survived in extremely yin locations for years, absorbing the miasma in the air, so they are most afraid of sunlight and high-temperature flames..."
As the saying goes, everything has its natural counter; it turned out that the thing the magic vines feared most was high-temperature flames. Now that their weakness was known, there was naturally no need to fear them any longer. With that thought, Ye Han took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and exhaled a sheet of flames that scorched forward.
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