The few wood spirits were taken aback. Some of them manifested a wooden armor shield with a flash of green light on their bodies, while others spat out a cloud of green mist to try and block the blood threads.
However, these blood threads, forged from an unknown substance, seemed like phantoms as they pierced through the defenses in a flash and vanished into the bodies of the wood spirits.
The whole bodies of these wood spirits shimmered with a blood-red glow, instantly trapped under a web of blood-colored silk, leaving them unable to break free for the moment.
At the same time, the two remnants of the ancient trees, which Han Li had previously cleaved apart with Sword Qi, suddenly transformed into two faint golden shadows with a roll and lunged toward Mu Rui.
Mu Rui snorted coldly, raising a hand to point at them.
Instantly, two silver lights flashed out and struck the golden shadows.
