Across the entire clearing, countless transparent threads, nearly invisible to the naked eye, crisscrossed in a complex web like laser beams.
Zhang Deming looked at these threads, and a vine emerged from his hand.
Before he made a move, Zhang Deming paused. He reached out, plucked a few leaves from the trees, and tossed them toward the clearing.
At the same time, his body was shrouded in mist, and his entire aura quickly disappeared.
He hid behind a tree trunk. If not for his shimmering silhouette, it was as if he had vanished completely.
The leaves flew into the clearing, and after just a short distance, they were sliced into several pieces by the threads.
Propelled by Zhang Deming's technique and a faint amount of Spiritual Power, the leaves continued to drift forward.
