From Ji Xiuling's order, all the men in black took action, until this man suddenly appeared, forced Yun Luo back with one finger, intimidated the puppet vine, and rescued the prince.
The whole process was like flowing clouds and water, and the dust settled in an instant.
As soon as the prince was rescued, all the men in black immediately stopped attacking.
The situation in the main hall suddenly reversed.
"Watch it for yourself, no one will always clean up the mess for you." A quiet and indifferent voice sounded, and he pushed the prince aside to Ji Xiuling.
"Ye'er!"
Ji Xiuling hurriedly supported the prince, even forgetting the puppet vine wrapped around his body, and anxiously checked up and down, "Ye'er, how are you? Are there any injuries? Let the Queen Mother take a look..."
Even though she knew that the prince could not answer her, Ji Xiuling didn't seem to care.
"Hiss." The puppet vine raised the vine angrily and stabbed her hand.
"I almost forgot, and you." The quiet man's voice sounded again.
He stretched out his hand and made a gentle move, and a ball of blue water spiritual power surged out, wrapping the puppet in vine silk.
This water wave seemed to have a strong attractive force, absorbing the puppet vines wrapped around the prince's body bit by bit, and wrapped it in it.
"Hiss!" The puppet vine sensed something was wrong, and the vine struggled desperately to escape from this power.
It's a pity that it doesn't help.
This water wave is like a whale swallowing the sea, sucking the vine silk into it, "swallowing" it cleanly, and gradually getting larger, suspended in the palm of the man's hand.
For a moment, the densely packed puppet vines seemed to be trapped in a transparent water balloon, drilling and slapping furiously, making a "pop!" sound.
As it struggled, circles of ripples appeared on the surface of the water ball. The waves were shimmering and very beautiful. However, the water ball seemed thin but flexible, with no signs of breaking.
The man opened his hand, holding the ball of water, and looked at the puppet vine inside with interest.
He chuckled and said: "I haven't seen such a tenacious demon plant in many years. It's interesting."
When he spoke, he lightly shook his fingers.
In an instant, dozens of sharp water columns emerged from the water ball out of thin air, slamming into the puppet vine. At the same time, the water ball kept flipping and rotating. The puppet vine trapped inside suddenly felt like being thrown into a drum washing machine, with water pouring from all directions.
The water waves hit, and the world was spinning and rolling.
If the puppet vine was not a demonic plant, but a living person, it would probably spit it out with a "wow".
Even if they are not living people, spiritual plants cannot stand such torture.
Soon, the originally arrogant puppet vine became wilted, like a ball of seaweed that had been ravaged by violent waves, twisting and tangled together.
"Isn't this good behavior?"
The man chuckled happily, reached out and tapped the water balloon, and was very interested in its various reactions.
From the beginning to the end, he didn't even look at anyone else, not even Yun Luo, whom he had just fought with briefly.
Yun Luo frowned slightly.
The main root of the puppet vine is in the Yunmeng space, and the vine threads caught by the water polo are just part of the branches. If they are destroyed, they can grow again and have little impact.
The question Yun Luo is more concerned about is, who is this man?
He is about twenty-seven or eighty years old, with a delicate and elegant appearance, spring-like temperament, flowing black hair, and a long blue dress. He looks like a handsome young man in troubled times, and there is no murderous spirit in his body.