"No need to wait, just come over~" Black Mandala chuckled when he heard Xu Xiaodong's question.

The black mandala's fingertips moved slightly, and the ground where she was standing became greener and greener. Soon, a lush bush grew up, with a slightly tall tree in the middle, which was a common golden branch in this area.

Those vines, like poisonous snakes, slowly wrapped around the golden branch tree and hung down like a curtain.

The pitcher plant moved to the vicinity of the golden branch and took root again. It was originally listless, but now it is full of energy again.

Xu Xiaoying was lying in the bushes, silent.

Xu Xiaodong still had some rationality left. Despite his grief and anger, he managed to obey orders.

Song Chen was originally afraid that he would be impulsive and fall into a trap, so he said wait a moment, but he actually did not have a satisfactory attack plan.

Facing Xu Xiaodong's urgency, he was silent for a moment, then began to make arrangements: "Fire-type practitioners with flamethrowers go to the top of the camp and find a hidden position; Water and earth-type practitioners stay back and don't use skills, change weapons and attack from a distance; Gold-type and physical practitioners take precautions, hold machetes and shovels, and prepare for close combat."

The clerks around immediately moved in an orderly manner to change their weapons. Xu Qianxun took out a stack of "Sharp" skill cards and distributed them, saying, "If you feel that your weapon is not sharp enough, put on a few more. If you run out of this card, tell me immediately."

As he was giving instructions, someone called out, "Deputy Captain Xu, we're running out of 'Sharp' cards. Do you have any other cards?"

"We still have a few 'Knockback' and 'Stun' spells left. Hurry up, while they are still fighting, we should seize the opportunity and go over to rescue Doctor Xu."

"Confrontation?" Wang Yang looked at Song Chen and the others hesitantly. They seemed to be just standing there idly.

"Doctor Xu didn't die?" This was Xiaotian's surprised voice. Most of the soldiers in the Northwest Camp were ordinary people, and many of them were treated by Xu Xiaoying.

Xu Qianxun looked at Song Chen, and after seeing Song Chen calmly give his instructions, he stared straight at the black mandala. He was also unsure of Xu Xiaoying's current state - the colorful light of the defensive talisman on her body had dissipated, but Song Chen didn't seem to have any emotional fluctuations.

Some of the beasts following the periphery had quietly left, while Fei Fu Nan, Yi Shou Zhu, and the Hyena King and other demon cultivators were actively preparing for battle.

The monkey leader circled around the vines and saw Xu Qianxun's expression of emotion, so he said to him: "Don't be moved! They are too deeply bound to you, and they can't go far if they leave."

Fat Monkey grinned at the side, and none of the evil cultivators and ferocious beasts that came to Monkey Mountain to seek refuge could escape.

The blessings of Hou Ji cannot be obtained for free.

The monkey chief sighed, it would be great if Little Red Flower came over, there would be no place for this inferior Mandragora to show off here.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Song Chen suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. Kobayashi Akiko, who was leaning in front of the tent, opened his eyes in fear, and cold sweat ran down his forehead.

Zhang Bufan immediately supported Song Chen, "What's wrong? Why are you vomiting blood while standing?"

Before Song Chen could say anything, the monkey leader began to make hand seals, "Use wood as a prison, it is as solid as iron."

"Breaking through the bamboo forest, unstoppable."

I saw a row of huge trees rising from the ground, blocking the black mandala and the monks, and the entire camp was divided into two.

Then the rows of sharp wooden thorns on the giant tree aimed at the black mandala with murderous intent.

The black mandala is a racial talent, and has a very strong control over plants and trees. She pinched the seal slowly: "The plants are lush, and the ground is a prison."

The row of giant trees twisted their bodies, with their sharp thorns pointing towards the monks.

"Ten thousand arrows are fired at the same time, and the flying stars chase the moon."

Rows of wooden spikes were shot towards the monks with a whistling sound.