"Seems like you're nothing more than a boastful idiot. As for me, the kind of people I dislike the most are like you. Although you're a powerful saint, in my eyes, even your junior disciple is stronger than you. Ridiculous..." At this moment, the smile on Black Mark's face froze.
Before he even finished speaking, the scattered wood chips suddenly reattached themselves to his body. Concurrently, countless vines directly entangled him, binding him in midair, unable to move.
"Damn it! You can't trap me." Bound again, he was furious, but to his horror, he found that the power within his body was being gradually devoured! These damn wood chips were like leeches, beginning to siphon the strength from his body.
And as his strength drained away, the withered tree seemed even more resilient and powerful.
