Before Hua Zhi and the others could act, the Tree People had already made the first move.
Accompanied by silent murmurs of the five Nascent Soul cultivators, the thirty-six Core Formation Stage Tree People rooted themselves where they stood, their foreheads lighting up with the image of ethereal runes, and the outlines of veins glowing all over their bodies.
In an instant, the entire garden seemed to come to life. The surrounding trees began to bend inward, and dense vines crisscrossed through the air, quickly weaving into a huge cage-like Array.
Old Man Hei Zhu flicked the fishing rod Magic Treasure in his hand, black fishing line shot out, as if a large knife slashed at the surrounding vines.
The black fishing line, seemingly flimsy, was extremely sharp, and it split open a large gash in the vines.
