"Behind you!"
A deep, calm, unfamiliar male voice pierced through the forest air without any warning, ringing in Lan Yingdan's ears!
The moment the voice sounded, Lan Yingdan had no time to ponder the source or meaning of the voice; her body instinctively reacted, and she sprang to the side.
The sharp mouthparts of the Blood Kiss Thorn Vine just grazed her sleeve as they swept past, easily tearing the sturdy fabric, and a burning blood mark appeared on her arm.
Fortunately, Lan Yingdan dodged in time, avoiding a fatal injury. She rolled and half-crouched up, her movements swift.
Almost simultaneously as Chen Yuan's voice prompted her.
The tendril arms of the Blood Thorn Rose suddenly stretched, extending several meters like a spring and closing in on the Blood Kiss Thorn Vine, entangling and binding it from one side to the other.
