The Wood War God waved his right hand, and the power of the Wood Attribute surged in his hands.
Innumerable withered branches exploded from the ground around him, twisting and bending like demons and monsters.
When all the lions pounced, the Wood War God brought down his hand, and all the withered branches burst forth, some binding the lions, others flinging them away.
The lions came in an endless stream, just as the withered branches continued to erupt without pause.
However, it was evident that the Wood War God was under great pressure, his forehead already dotted with beads of sweat.
"Young Master Xu, this place is transformed from the seal of the Form Blood Space," the Wood War God looked towards Xu Zimei and said.
"I estimate that the True Divine Sword might have a certain suppressing effect here, you could give it a try."
