Out of everyone, Luo Feifa was the only one who was a step slower and stood outside the circle to pretend to look hesitant.
Even Huang Ling was dangling from it.
Luo Feifa stepped forward to reach for the net and tried to cut it with a knife, but she couldn't reach it no matter what.
It was as if Su Feifei had calculated it, it was just outside her limit.
Luo Feifa gritted her teeth and screamed in anger.
"What do we do now? What do we do?"
"Don't be in a hurry."
Huang Ling carried a small knife with him, but the vine was thick and hard. He didn't know how Su Feifei got it, but it bound him tightly, and the knife could only cut it little by little.
