Apocalypse befell, and roommates performed a skyward ritual. As the fog descended, the Book of Blood Spirit appeared in the hands of all survivors, and only those with a Contract monster could survive. Su Han directed his gaze to the neighbor who had already mutated and twisted, silently pulling out a gleaming fruit knife... Grotesque meat corpses, giant spiders with gaping mouths, eyeballs enveloping the city, one-eyed sharp-toothed hand monsters... Civilization fell, cities shattered, and all humans became meat for the monsters. There was only one way to survive: Use monsters to fight monsters.
The monster was shouting Su Han's name, and more and more vines were blocking Su Han.
The tree cage that had previously formed had now trapped Su Han and the other two in this space, giving it a feel of "using the enemy's methods against themselves."
After all, not long before he had been dealing with groups of monsters in the same way, but now he found himself being countered by the monster in front of him.
"Kailing, stay close,"
Su Han instructed. The Blood-winged Alligator Dragon had already charged forward, its claws condensing edges of black water into cutting blades, continuously slicing at the incoming vines.
The sound of metal clashing was incessant, and although the vines were tough, they could not restrain Su Han's Blood-winged Alligator Dragon.
However, the snake-headed vine on the ground suddenly opened its huge mouth, its vines coiled around, suddenly lit up with a red light, and a terrifying beam of light immediately shot toward the Blood-winged Alligator Dragon.