Facing the sharp teeth of so many Fire Crocodiles and the spewing molten lava, the giant tree's vines, despite their fire resistance, could not last too long. They were quickly bitten and burnt off by a large margin.
However, over the broken vines, a green light soon flowed, and the severed parts regrew at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was as if they were not affected at all, continuing to attack the Fire Crocodiles.
Even so, the vines ultimately had limited strength. They restrained about half of the Fire Crocodiles, and then had no extra strength to spare. Even so, this greatly reduced the risk of crossing the Magma Lake.
"Fellow Daoists, I'm taking the lead!" Daoist Qian Bao said to Yuan Ming and the Golden Cloud Fairy.
Before his words fell, his figure had already darted forward, leaping over the vines toward the direction close to the center of the lake.
