Following closely behind Jiang Na were also many vines.
Jiang Na herself did not possess a strong combat ability, she was simply much more sensitive to these things than others.
Thus, when those things invaded the room, she had already briskly run out.
The vines behind her were swiftly cut off by Xie Ci.
Zhang Nuannuan huddled in the room, gasping from running up so many flights; on several occasions, she felt she couldn't go on, that she would meet her end right there.
But in fact, she could still barely manage.
However, looking at the actions of the few people around her, she was completely dazed.
The vines that had the Talisman Paper stuck on them turned into ashes, twisting and vanishing.
They lunged out from every shadowy corner, baring their fangs and claws.
And Little Milk Jin, holding her little dust whisk, darted back and forth, nimbly evading them in a way that did not resemble a child of her age at all.
