C1112 The Withered Vines!

"Humph, I refuse to believe that I, a Grandmaster of my stature, cannot handle a mere Green Water Vine," Zhou Yan scoffed. He then sat down cross-legged on the ground, began to channel his internal cultivation technique, and started to absorb the venom.

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Time passed, and three days later, the once lush trees on the island had withered away