Douluo Continent: Possessing Tang San's Body, Inheriting Life and Destruction

Tang San could tell from the thickness, color, and texture of the vine that this evergreen vine was about six hundred years old.

A 600-year-old plant-type soul beast is a perfect target for Tang San at this point.

Tang San believed that if he could obtain the spirit ring of this 600-year-old evergreen vine, his Blue Silver Grass would not only experience a qualitative leap in vitality, but also gain a huge improvement in resilience.

But first, Tang San has to deal with the Mandala Snake behind him.

A sudden inspiration struck Tang San.

Soul beasts are territorial. The more powerful a soul beast is, the larger its territory, and the less lenient it is towards intruders.

A plan quickly took shape in Tang San's mind.

Tang San charged straight toward the ivy. Just as he was about to enter the ivy's attack range, Tang San suddenly turned to the side, his body almost sliding along the ground, and circled around to the back of the ivy's main trunk.

The ivy vines twitched slightly, as if startled awake, but quickly returned to calm.

The datura snake also chased to the edge of the open space.

The pain made the Mandragora Snake even more irritable, its eyes filled with murderous intent, its tongue flicking wildly as it tried to catch Tang San's scent in the air.

Without hesitation, the datura snake charged headlong into the ivy's territory.

The ivy fully awakened the moment the datura snake stepped into the open space.

The vines, which had been hanging quietly, suddenly sprang up. Dozens of vines lashed out from all directions at the same time, the sound of them tearing through the air sharp and piercing.

Some vines lashed out like whips, some wrapped around like ropes, and others pierced straight at you like javelins.

The datura snake reacted swiftly. It twisted its body violently, its tail sweeping across, deflecting the first few vines that had been pulled at it.

But there were too many vines, spreading in all directions, covering the sky and earth, making it impossible to defend against them.

A vine wrapped around the tail of the datura snake and tightened suddenly.

The datura snake hissed, twisted its body, opened its mouth wide, and bit down hard on the vine with its fangs, injecting dark green venom into the vine from the tips of its teeth.

But the vines seemed completely unaffected by the datura snake's venom, wrapping around it layer by layer, binding the snake tightly from its tail to its neck.

The datura snake struggled desperately, its four-meter-long body bursting with astonishing power as its muscles writhed violently, attempting to break free of the vines.

The vines were stretched so hard they creaked, and some of the thinner ones even developed cracks.

But ivy vines are incredibly resilient; as soon as a crack appears, new vines will fill the gap, binding the plant even tighter and denser.

The ivy began to shrink.

The body of the datura snake was squeezed out of shape, its scales began to crack under the enormous pressure, and blood seeped out from the gaps.

The struggle grew weaker and weaker.

From the moment the datura snake entered the open space to its complete subjugation, it took only a dozen or so breaths.

Tang San hid behind the main trunk of the ivy, watching this scene through the gaps in the vines, and was secretly amazed.

This ivy's fighting power is much stronger than Tang San imagined.

After a while, the mandala snake stopped moving completely.

The snake's body slumped down, its eyes lost their luster, and its forked tongue hung limply at its mouth. A yellow soul ring slowly condensed and rose from the snake's body.

After a long while, the vines slowly loosened, throwing the corpse of the datura snake onto the ground.

Then, all the vines retracted at the same time, returning to their previous quiet, drooping state, as if nothing had happened.

Only the mangled snake carcass on the ground testifies to the brief but deadly battle that had just taken place.

Tang San slowly walked out from behind the giant tree, his gaze sweeping over the snake corpse before landing on the evergreen vine.

Now, the mandrake problem is solved.

But this evergreen vine is Tang San's real target.

Tang San took a deep breath, took out the Vajra Hammer from the Oriental Pearl, and slowly walked towards the Evergreen Vine, stopping a few steps away from its attack range.

What is the reaction range of ivy? How fast is its attack speed? What is the maximum extension length of its vines?

Tang San had already figured out these issues by observing the battle between the Evergreen Vine and the Mandragora Serpent.

Tang San seized the opportunity and rushed forward. The moment the ivy vines burst forth, the Vajra Hammer slammed out with a whistling sound.

"clang!"

The hammer struck a vine, which snapped in two, and bright green sap seeped from the break.

But before Tang San could even rejoice, new shoots sprouted from the broken vine wound. The new shoots grew, extended, and thickened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in less than two breaths, a completely new vine had grown out.

Tang San's pupils contracted slightly, and he swung his hammer again, this time aiming at the main trunk of the vine.

"Thump!"

With a muffled thud, the hammerhead struck the trunk, sending a shiver down Tang San's arm. A dent appeared on the surface of the trunk, but it didn't break. The bark around the dent rose and healed at a visible speed, and the dent was quickly filled by new tissue.

Then, more vines lashed out at him.

Tang San quickly used his hammer to block, while simultaneously retreating rapidly to get out of the Evergreen Vine's attack range.

Tang San stood there, panting heavily, watching the evergreen vine return to its calm state, his brows furrowed.

Physical attacks are too ineffective. The regenerative ability of the ivy is terrifying; ordinary blunt force strikes are almost useless against it.

Even if he used the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique, stacking power with each strike, it would probably be difficult to completely destroy the entire ivy in a short time.

And in the process, no one can say for sure how badly the vines will whip you.

After a moment of silence, they had no choice but to resort to their ultimate move.

Tang San retrieved the Vajra Hammer, then took out an earthenware jar filled with kerosene from the Oriental Pearl, and then took out a fire tumbler from the Oriental Pearl.

Tang San did not approach the ivy again. Instead, he stood outside the attack range and forcefully poured the kerosene from the jar, evenly sprinkling it onto the ivy's vines and trunk.

Then, Tang San blew on the fire tinder and threw it out.

"boom!!!"

Flames shot into the air, their tongues licking the vines and crackling loudly.

The ivy writhed wildly, all its tendrils convulsing violently in the flames, like a fish thrown into a frying pan.

Flames are the nemesis of plant-type spirit beasts.

Even the strongest regenerative ability cannot withstand continuous high-temperature burning.

Tang San kept adding flammable substances to the flames, making the fire even more ferocious.

One by one, the ivy vines turned black, curled up, and turned to ash.

The ivy struggled for a long time, its tendrils whipping deep furrows in the ground, sparks flying everywhere, igniting the surrounding weeds, turning the open space into a sea of ​​fire.

But Tang San had already retreated to a safe distance and was watching quietly.

More than an hour later, the flames finally went out.

The open space was charred black. The trunk of the giant tree was blackened by smoke, the surrounding wild grass was burned to ashes, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of smoke and the odor of burnt plants.

The evergreen vine had turned into a pile of charcoal.

The vines were all burned away, and the main trunk was burned down to a charred stump with cracks all over its surface. It would crumble into powder at the slightest touch.

No matter how tenacious the ivy is, it can never withstand the raging fire.

Tang San approached, took out his short sword, and forcefully cleaved off the remaining section of the evergreen vine's main stem.

A yellow spirit ring slowly rose from the charred wreckage, emitting a soft glow in the night sky.