Chapter 1963

"Hah! These darn vines dare to ambush my comrade. I shall set you ablaze!" The burly man, enraged by the stubborn, still-moving vines, swiftly grabbed a nearby torch.

He was ready to set it on fire.

Jackson, watching from afar, noticed a looming danger and quickly shouted, "Hey, look behind you!"

"What?" Upon heeding the warning, the burly man swiftly turned.

A silver vine, gleaming unlike its dull gray counterparts, approached him like a spear. It was thicker, tougher, and faster.

"Go to hell!" With a quick wrist flip, he swung his steel blade, aiming to cut the silver vine in half.

The blade clashed with the silver vine, creating sparks and a loud metal clash. The vine's attack paused, making the burly man stagger back in shock.

"This is tougher than I expected." His eyelid twitched as he examined his steel blade, noticing a clear nick from his recent strike.

Realizing the vine was tougher than his blade, he wondered about its origin and concluded it must be a divine weap