John could feel the vines constantly writhing around him.
A thought struck him—if he could eliminate these vines entirely, the so-called Godson's power would surely be greatly diminished.
However, he was still uncertain about how Godson would react.
Moreover, he felt that this person's hostility towards him was particularly intense.
Why was this?
Had he offended him in the past, or had he done something else?
He pondered carefully but could find no direct connection with Godson, which only piqued his curiosity further.
Could it really be just because of some past interactions that he held such a grudge?
He could no longer afford to dwell on these thoughts, as he felt the vines creeping towards him, slowly engulfing his surroundings.
Meanwhile, the expressions on his companions' faces turned to pain.
John could distinctly feel that the cages imprisoning them were already drawing blood from them.
The expression on Godson's face visibly relaxed, even showing a hint of smug satisfaction.
"I offer you a chance to surrender to me, and I might let you die more comfortably," Godson said, his lips curling into a slight smirk, his tone laced with a hint of amusement, seemingly pleased with the situation.
For some reason, John felt that the lower half of this man's face looked very familiar, yet he couldn't pinpoint where he had seen it before.
John snorted coldly.
"Sorry, but I only said I had some questions for you today. If you could just answer my question, I would be fine, but why do you insist on wasting so much time?"
"In that case, go ahead and die," Godson replied, his expression turning vicious in an instant.
He looked at John as if he were already a dead man, utterly baffled by someone daring to oppose him.
It was as if they were tired of living.
John could feel that Godson's aura was changing, suggesting that he was not merely a pure diamond-tier, but something more, laced with odd, unfamiliar elements.
Feeling a sense of danger, John quickly began to retreat, sensing his Bloodthirsty Blade vibrating incessantly.
It seemed excited yet also seemed to be conveying some unusual emotions.
John looked at his blade, puzzled, as the Bloodthirsty Blade rarely exhibited such feelings.
It appeared that Godson possessed something akin to his own—divine power.
The vines appeared soft but were actually as tough as metal.
Both were becoming increasingly desperate, ultimately forced to endure the situation, which was turning out to be more complex than they had anticipated.
Dark Fox also began to panic as neither of them could see an end to the vines, a situation that seemed utterly impossible in their eyes.
The challenge was overwhelming, and every forceful chop at the vines resulted in their hands being sliced by the leaves.
Their hands were already bloodied and looked horrifyingly gruesome.
John noticed Dark Fox's plight and realized that the leaves on the ground were actually impervious to fire.
This indicated that they might need to think of a different approach to counteract the vines.
However, he discovered that his own abilities were equally ineffective in causing any damage to them.
This didn't make sense; in nature, everything has its counterbalance.
It was impossible that he could cause no damage at all; that would defy the natural order.
Distracted by his thoughts, John was slow to dodge and was struck by an attack from the enemy, injuring his arm.
Blood gushed from the wound instantly.
When his blood fell to the ground, the vines seemed to become even more animated, their leaves even turning red.
Meanwhile, Godson's expression grew increasingly relaxed.
His body seemed to stretch and expand as if he were a creature breaking free from its bonds.
John, with his keen senses, noticed something odd about the cloak behind Godson.
It writhed as if concealing something, as though restraining something within.
Could it be that Godson's weakness lay hidden under that cloak on his back?
John's hand still trembled slightly, having just been hit, he noticed that he also carried a bleeding debuff.
This debuff continuously weakened him, and he found himself unable to clear the debuff in the short term, especially since it was non-dispellable.
Blood dripped continuously onto the vines on the ground, which began to turn an increasingly vivid red.
At the same time, Godson on the other side grew more and more excited.
"Yes, that's right, just like that. The taste of blood indeed makes me even more exhilarated, especially your blood."