"Help, help! Somebody save me~"
A weak cry for help came from ahead. Following the sound, Sun Wukong and Zhao Jun saw the person calling for help tied to the trunk of a towering tree; it was none other than Wu Sanxiong, who had fled earlier with a broken leg.
At this moment, Wu Sanxiong was in an even more miserable state than before, with his whole body bound tightly by fiery red vines growing from the tree.
The blood from Wu Sanxiong's broken right leg was entirely absorbed by these vines, not a single drop falling to the ground. The red color of the vines was due to the absorption of Wu Sanxiong's blood.
All the blood, without exception, had been absorbed by the vines. Moreover, the thorns on the vines pierced directly into the flesh of Wu Sanxiong's broken leg, continuously absorbing his essence blood and flesh. Wu Sanxiong had become visibly thinner, almost drained dry.
"Well, isn't this Wu Sanxiong the great expert? What, enjoying a breeze here?"
