Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two disciples of the Meng Family pulled the triggers on their crossbows, two black glows shooting toward the Phoenix Blood Flower halfway up the mountain.
In fact, what was shot were two small hooks, connected by a transparent line like fishing wire.
This was not fishing wire, but Ice Silkworm Silk, extremely tough.
The two iron hooks, one precisely caught the flower stalk of the Phoenix Blood Flower, the other caught the blossom.
The three-hundred-year-old Phoenix Blood Flower had already developed spiritual awareness, curling its leaves at the slightest touch. It could sense danger, and if people approached, it would definitely retract into the mountain. So this method was the most stable.
Even with spiritual awareness, the flower was not as clever as humans. Once hooked, it was impossible to retract into the mountain and was forcibly pulled out.
