"Poison Ivy, you can't even protect yourself here and you still want to stick your nose into other people's affairs?" The Second Disciple's eyes flashed with a moment of vicious malice and he immediately turned to say respectfully to the Spirit Lord: "Reporting to the Spirit Lord, Poison Ivy is involving himself into it."
The Spirit Lord's eyes narrowed up slightly and his gaze swept over Poison Ivy. Poison Ivy suddenly felt as if an unseen power had his throat clutched in its grasp, and it was highly agonizing.
"Bring him back as well" The Spirit Lord said coldly.
"Yes, Spirit Lord!" Without another word, the Second Disciple immediately got his men to bind up the prisoners with a wave of his hand.
Poison Ivy was not going to allow anyone to touch Jun Wu Xie and the companions and he fought against the oppressive aura the Spirit Lord had released to push his vines out, that speedily twirled and weaved into a web before Jun Wu Xie and the others.
