Conjuring soldiers from beans was among the spells of immortal cultivators. However, humanoid vines created without blood containing vital energy did not hold especially great combat powers. As such, the initial hundred over humanoid vines conjured by Ji Fengyan could not compare to the latter fifty ones.
Unfortunately, her inner core had yet to recover; Otherwise, she would not have to sacrifice so much blood. In addition, the combat powers of those humanoid vines would not have been so weak. If she had been at full health, just one drop of blood would be sufficient to conjure the humanoid vines.
It would not be like this present situation…
Zhou Bugui looked at Ji Fengyan's wound and then at her pale face. His lips twitched as if he wanted to say something. However, the other youths couldn't take it any longer and spoke up.
