Cheng Shaolin's fireball had already flown towards the base of the cactus.

The other three also unleashed their powers simultaneously, heading towards the same goal.

Before it even got close, the cactus sensed the danger, and the newly grown thorns detached from its leaves and shot towards Yu Yanbin.

Like sharp swords, the spikes came swiftly, like a rain of arrows, whistling through the air.

Li Xiao and his companions, lacking combat power, had already retreated to the outer edge of the cactus's energy absorption area.

This was also to avoid affecting the people fighting in the arena, and to prevent them from being distracted.

As the rain of sharp spikes began, everyone became cautious, fearing that they might accidentally get pricked.

This is no joke; this thorn is quite large and could easily make a big hole. Whether it's fatal is uncertain, and no one dares to try it.

It looks painful, but I'm not sick. I'm thinking of trying it out.

Everyone was completely focused on the incoming spikes, not wanting to miss a single one.

Meng Yang walked to Cheng Shaolin's side and said, "Shaolin, you deal with it, I'll block these thorns. Don't worry, leave it to me."

Cheng Shaolin didn't stop what he was doing; he turned his head to look at the person next to him.

Looking at Meng Yang's incredibly resolute face, Cheng Shaolin nodded vigorously.

"Uncle Meng, I'm leaving it to you."

"Okay, don't worry."

Meng Yang understood that he could only provide assistance; the one who could offer the most direct help was Cheng Shaolin.

I can block the attacks of these sharp spikes myself, but to eliminate them, I'll need Cheng Shaolin.

After all, fire is the nemesis of plants.

Mutant plants are still plants, aren't they?