Sure, here's the translation:
"Ah..."
Suddenly, Ming Jun let out a painful scream, his expression panicked as if he had seen a ghost.
It turned out that the vines entangling him were covered in dense thorns, piercing his flesh and draining his blood.
Ming Jun screamed in terror, frantically swinging his big bow to chop at the vines, trying to cut them off.
However, he overestimated his cultivation.
Ming Jun was just a typical halfwit, considered a character among the younger generation, so he was quite arrogant and refused to submit to anyone. But in reality, his cultivation was only slightly better than Jing Wuyan's, worlds apart from Qin Yi. So, thinking he could cut the vines was sheer nonsense.
Ming Jun could clearly feel his blood rapidly draining away, and at this rate, he would end up a dried corpse.
"Great Elder, save me, save me..." Ming Jun was afraid, desperately calling for help.
