Chapter 95: Saifrola 11

Ye Xi'an wanted to say that, actually she wasn't scared at all; if Bao Jing had been any later, she would have teleported away.

Before the two could move to a safe spot, the Mutant Vines' tendrils struck again; Bao Jing, holding Ye Xi'an, couldn't counterattack— even if he did, it would be like an ant shaking a tree for the Mutant Vines, causing no pain or itch. They could only dodge quickly in the air; their speed was so great they almost left a trail, and a few snarling, twisting tendrils clung tightly behind them.

Held by Bao Jing, the once gentle wind turned into a sharp windblade that brushed Ye Xi'an's face as they moved fast; her waist‑length hair flew wildly, and a gust filled her mouth, leaving her unable to speak.

Now she finally understood the difference between her spatial teleportation and Bao Jing's teleportation.

Ye Xi'an forced her eyes open amid the fierce wind and saw the vines' tendrils chasing behind them; because of the speed, some tendrils were tangled into a mass, and from a distance they looked like a pair of writhing red worms, nauseatingly disgusting. She clung to Bao Jing's shoulder and looked up at him.

Bao Jing's gaze was cold and sharp as a hawk's, occasionally glancing behind, quickly judging the vines' attack trajectories and preemptively dodging.

His movements were fluid and agile; his massive wings beat faster and faster. Ye Xi'an squinted; she seemed to see white light shimmering around Bao Jing's wings.

"Why are these vines chasing after my wife, shouting to beat and kill?"

Yi Yang continuously used his meager ability to form fist‑sized clods of earth and hurl them at the Mutant Vines' body.

They have no wings, so they cannot fly into the air to protect Ye Xi'an; they can only attack from the ground. Harming the vines is best; if they can't, at least drawing the Mutant Vines' attention away might make it abandon the chase of Ye Xi'an.

But Yi Yang's fragile earth clod exploded like fireworks the moment it touched the vines' surface.

Meanwhile, beside him, Ji Jiangci and Lin Zhi Jing also continuously used their abilities to strike the vines' body, yet under the group's assault the vines' surface showed not even a scratch.

"Stop wasting your effort," Qiu Yi said, standing among a group of beastmen, looking up with some worry at Ye Xi'an: "My several previous husbands have already tried attacking the vines, but it was useless. Their lowest ability level was still level 6."

Qiu Yi shook her head, gave Ji Jiangci and the others a glance, her contempt unmistakable: "What about you?"

Yi Yang's expression was stubborn: "Although our ability levels are still low now, we will work hard to become stronger in the future!"

"Tch!" Qiu Yi shook her head, saying that only a simple kitten like Ye Xi'an would want such a level‑1 low‑rank beastman; she chooses a husband, the minimum must be level 5.

"Does it have no weakness?" Lin Zhi Jing withdrew his hand, noting that continuing to attack was indeed just wasting ability.

Fu Tu, standing beside Qiu Yi, wore a solemn expression: "We haven't found one yet." If we could find it, we wouldn't have been trapped so long.

Second by second, Bao Jing's wings grew so hot they were about to ignite, but to evade the vines' attacks he could only keep flying.

Gradually, Ye Xi'an sensed this abnormal heat; she oddly reached out and touched the base of Bao Jing's wing, and her hand was covered in blood.

Bao Jing's wing base had actually cracked from over‑flight; moreover, his body temperature kept rising.

She tried to teleport Bao Jing, but they kept moving, making teleportation impossible.

Ye Xi'an buried her face in Bao Jing's embrace; only then could she speak: "Bao Jing, your wings are so hot! Why don't you drop me? Ji Jiangci and the others should be able to catch me."

After all, they are beastmen, not humans; they shouldn't be unable to catch a person.

But Bao Jing was still worried, fearing an accident: "I'm fine, don't worry about me."

"I'll put you down in a moment, don't worry."

Bao Jing didn't lie; he indeed lowered his altitude slowly until he could place Ye Xi'an on the ground.

Only the ground‑hugging flight speed inevitably dropped; just a hair's breadth away, a thick, slime‑coated purple tendril latched onto Bao Jing's back, but he turned sideways in time and dodged.

After setting Ye Xi'an down, he surged upward quickly; in the air, speed‑type beastmen have the greatest advantage.

Ye Xi'an's gaze stuck to Bao Jing, her expression an indescribable anxiety.

Qiu Yi walked over and suddenly asked, "Do you know how Zi Zhen was captured?"

Ye Xi'an had no mind to chat with Qiu Yi about this: "Oh Qiu Yi, stop talking to me, I'm terribly anxious."

"There's nothing to be anxious about," Qiu Yi's voice was cold as she continued about Zi Zhen: "Zi Zhen, a magpie beastman, flew up on his own to attract the Mutant Vines' attention; after exhausting himself, the vines coiled around his body and lifted him up."

"And he is a level‑5 ability beastman."

Ye Xi'an's gaze lingered, she turned her head toward Qiu Yi: "What do you mean?"

Qiu Yi, seeing Ye Xi'an's incredulous expression, cruelly narrated the facts: "Your husband will eventually end up like Zi Zhen; he can't even endure as long as Zi Zhen. So we should take advantage of the fact that he's currently drawing the Mutant Vines' attention and quickly go to the spatial gate to leave; that way his death will be his own doing."

"Impossible!"

"Bao Jing can't possibly die like Zi Zhen, and I can't abandon Bao Jing!"

Suddenly, the white light inside the Mutant Vines caught her attention; she always felt that this white light was somehow strange.

She turned around, walked to a patch of grass; within those unknown grasses there was a faint white light, but compared to the Mutant Vines, it was like stars beside the moon.

Ye Xi'an crouched, pinched the white light of one grass blade, applied gentle pressure, and the grass withered instantly.

Her pupils narrowed slightly; it seemed her guess was correct.

These white lights might be their weakness.

Ye Xi'an excitedly searched for the exact location of the Mutant Vines' white light, her delicate finger pointing there: "Lin Zhi Jing, can you strike that spot? About two meters above the lowest tendril."

"Sure."

A golden‑glowing attack shot precisely toward the direction Ye Xi'an indicated, but still left no noticeable mark.

Ye Xi'an's complexion turned sour; she couldn't believe it, murmuring, "How could this happen?"

Could her conjecture be wrong?

She picked another grass, pinched a spot at random, and it didn't wither immediately—only the white‑lit part did.

A flash of insight struck Ye Xi'an's mind; she understood—the white light is inside the vines!

But the Mutant Vines' skin is rough and its flesh thick, making it impossible to pierce; reaching the internal white light is far from easy—could the vines truly be invincible?

"Wait," Ye Xi'an closed her eyes, recalling Qiu Yi's words; she remembered Qiu Yi having said that the reason they hadn't gone back was because the key had been swallowed?

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