In just a few breaths, Norton had rushed hundreds of meters forward, and he saw the full form of the giant creature.
It was a blood-red vine that towered five or six stories high, continuously growing. Numerous tendrils extended from its roots in all directions, coiling around the corpses of the town's gamblers, which were then devoured into the vine's main body, slowly crushed, absorbed, and turned into its nourishment.
"As expected!"
"Jamie, destroy that Blood Vine!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the notary at Norton's side pushed off the ground, launching himself with immense force. A three-meter giant sword appeared in his hand, ready to slash at the blood-red vine!
But at that moment, a cold voice suddenly echoed in Norton's ear.
"You really have confidence in yourself."
Upon hearing the voice, Norton felt a chill rush straight to his head. In shock, he looked up to see a figure resembling a demon with wings open, emanating a black mist, staring down at him.
