"Be careful!"
Ares warned, his body glowing with cold light. A dozen flying swords shot out, cutting through all the vines in their way.
Constantine and the others didn't hesitate. They attacked without delay, their War Hammers roaring and magic flying.
These vines were strange and strong, but they couldn't threaten the group.
Red liquid flowed as the vines were cut to pieces. But more vines came out of the mist.
"George, can you feel where the real body of these vines is?" Ares walked calmly, easily destroying the vines that came at him.
But these weren't the real ones. Killing them didn't do much damage.
George felt a sharp pain in his forehead and shook his head. "I can't sense it, but there are a lot of Bloodvines here. The whole Bloodmist is full of them."
Ares frowned. He already knew some things from adventurers who had entered the Bloodmist before. If they got trapped by the Bloodvines, they would die when their strength ran out.
