Ling Han didn't waste any time, and soon defeated Mo Ziyun and the others.
"Little Han, aren't you a little too unfeeling towards the fairer sex?" The large black dog pointed at Mo Ziyun, "She seems to be constantly thinking about you."
You see, she had almost recognized Ling Han twice, though in her heart, the appearance of the Ninth King should be Ling Han himself.
Ling Han shrugged, "At most, when you guys make your move later, be gentle."
"Hehe, understood!" The large black dog and the little dragon weren't people who were willing to suffer losses. They immediately threw everyone toward the mother vine. Bolts of lightning struck, causing everyone to scream and wail in pain.
Thankfully, the large black dog and the others did not intend to kill anyone, and did not throw them too close to the mother vine. Otherwise, at most, only a few of the trump cards would be able to survive, and the others would all die.
