The combined efforts of Song Chen and the other two caused great damage to Black Mandragora, especially the loss of her mental power, which greatly reduced her cultivation.

At this moment, she felt that her roots, stems, leaves, and flowers were all shattered.

The ground was surging, and the roots of the black mandragora suddenly stretched out of the ground and pierced the practitioner closest to her. As the roots surged, the practitioner quickly turned into a dried corpse.

After three mummies were killed in a row, the sharp pain was finally relieved.

Black Mandala watched as all the practitioners in the camp fell to the ground, groaning in pain or even fainting, and a sense of pleasure surged in his heart: This is the joy of controlling everything~

While enjoying all the happiness crawling at her feet, she slowly walked to Song Chen and Xiao Lin Ming Zi. She raised her hand to touch her forehead, her eyes swept around Song Chen, then turned to look at Xiao Lin Ming Zi with a smile, and asked in a light tone, "Sister?"

Kobayashi Akiko slowly stood up, straightened her back, the coldness in her eyes faded, and instantly became warm, and she smiled softly, "Sister~"

“Hahahaha…” A heroic laugh came out of Black Mandragora’s mouth, “Sure enough, in the face of life and death, everything is trivial.”

Song Chen looked at the black mandala, which was delicate and beautiful on the outside but rough and heroic on the inside. The sudden sense of separation had a great impact on him.

He also stood up slowly, his eyes sweeping across the camp.

Really, they were caught in one fell swoop!

Except for a few lucky ones, everyone in the camp was here. Countless vines moved back and forth, tying up and hanging the practitioners in the camp.

Song Chen looked at Black Mandala, who was not angry, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Chen asked: "Are you really a Seven Star cultivator?"

"Yes." The black mandala looked at Song Chen with a smile, wondering when to eat him.

"But, isn't your cultivation suppressed here?" Song Chen was a little puzzled. Is this kind of suppression different for different species?

"Hehe~" Black Mandala smiled and did not answer.

Mental power is not cultivation! Song Chen drew this conclusion from the smile of Black Mandala.

He felt a little bitter. The beasts that were suppressed were easy to deal with, fortunately they had no spiritual power. But what if he encountered a beast with spiritual power? For example, the one in front of him.

"Not all ferocious beasts have mental power, right?" Song Chen asked.

"Only those with high intelligence can have spiritual power, like me~ one in a million!" Black Mandragora laughed and began to walk around the camp. She controlled the vines and began to check the harvest.

"What are your plans?" asked Kobayashi Akiko.

"One more time! Her mental strength will definitely be depleted!" Song Chen slowly adjusted his breathing to relieve his injuries.

Seeing that Xiaolin Mingzi did not move, Song Chen said softly: "Follow the method I told you to circulate your Qi and heal your wounds."

"Aren't you afraid?" Kobayashi Akiko asked, "This is leaking internal secrets."

"We'll talk about other things after we get out alive." Song Chen looked up at the sky. It was almost dark.

Xu Qianxun and a few others hid in the woods far away, looking towards the camp. "This time it's the real tree demon!" he said, pressing his temple.

Just now, Black Mandragora used his mental power to sneak attack Xu Qianxun, but he dodged it, and Song Chen took the opportunity to cut off Black Mandragora's mental power. The hatred caused by this behavior was far greater than that of spraying herbicides.

The black mandala immediately detonated the severed mental power, causing a mental storm that swept across the entire camp.

The impact from the soul was barely resisted by Xu Qianxun's limited mental strength. He barely dragged Duan Jia and several others to the woods far away from the camp.

He glanced at the camp again anxiously. It was getting dark and the camp was completely silent.

"Hey, how many of you are there?" A question came from behind, making Xu Qianxun shiver.

"Xiaodong, are you okay?" Xu Qianxun turned around and saw Xu Xiaodong lying not far away in a piece of broken armor. There were also pieces of armor piled up beside him.

Xu Xiaodong shook his head, "I'm still a little dizzy. Fortunately, I'm wearing armor."

As he spoke, the pile of armor fragments moved, and Zhang Bufan's face appeared.