No Choice 

Chen Chen clenched his fists. With the scanning of his divine senses, he had already found the traces of Yu Qiong and the Saintess of the Haoran Sword Clan. 

Both of them were entangled in that large plant. 

The Saintess of the Haoran Sword Clan was still fine. She was an innate wood spirit body, and even if those plants were devouring her Blood Energy, they were doing so at an extremely slow speed. 

On the contrary, Yu Qiong was an innate fire spirit body and at this moment, she was no longer poised and graceful as she usually was. In fact, flames began to burn in her eyes, and they were constantly struggling, looking a little manic and riled up. 

Chen Chen noticed that Yu Qiong was seriously injured, and her breath was as weak as that of those Essence Soul realm cultivators.