The other end of the iron rope was wrapped around the branches of the Red Powder, and when they pulled, many branches were caught and torn apart. The people rejoiced at the sight, intending to continue their efforts, but suddenly, the force from the opposite end disappeared. Caught off guard, everyone except their leader, Poison Wolf, staggered backward.
Behind them, the branches of Red Powder had already stealthily reached out. As they retreated, they collided with the branches, and were pierced by the sharp long thorns. The thorns blocked their wounds so tightly that not even blood could escape. Simultaneously, more branches rapidly extended, twining around these people, binding them tighter and tighter. Blossom buds extended into their mouths, silencing their screams.
