C157 Something else Happened!

"Die!" Ming Ying slashed through a multitude of willow branches, closing in to within three or four hundred meters of the towering willow tree.

With a flick of his wrist, he drew a short spear from a mysterious space, transforming it into a streak of light that shot forth with a whoosh.

In response, the willow tree's countless branches swiftly converged into an immense shield