Chapter 6384

At the same time, the five Sylvan adepts moved together.

The wooden staff in his hand kept whipping through the air, each swing throwing out streams of green spiritual power that changed shape as they flew.

Some turned into sharp wooden swords. Some became wooden spikes steeped in deadly poison. Others twisted into vines with crushing, relentless binding force.

They closed in from every direction and sealed off every path of retreat.

Jared took in the scene in front of him and saw the problem for what it was. If this standoff dragged on any longer, they would do more than waste time.

It could also draw in even more Sylvan adepts.