Tiger Dad jumped twice more, until the vine could no longer extend beyond a distance of thirty meters.
The resilient vines, with their vibrant green leaves, pounded the ground frantically, striving relentlessly towards Tiger Dad.
Tiger Dad looked around and realized that the vines couldn't attack him, so the big tiger became interested.
It has seen many mutated animals and has also seen and eaten many mutated plants, but this is the first time it has seen a mutated plant that can attack!
How strange!
The vines' attacks were swift and powerful, and the vines themselves were very tough, but their attack methods were extremely simple. Although they could lock onto a target, they lacked any skill and were far too simplistic compared to the supernatural attack methods of mutated animals.
"Squeak!" The chipmunk was surprised and frightened as it watched the wildly flying vines. How could even plants be so fierce?!
Luckily, the rats have the tiger kings protecting them, otherwise they really wouldn't be able to live in this forest!
Tiger Dad was also somewhat surprised by the strength of the vines; he hadn't expected them to be able to attack for so long.
After thinking for a moment, the tiger father pounced and grabbed the wildly flailing vines with one paw.
This time, the tiger father didn't tear it off forcefully. Instead, it grabbed the vine and tied it up, then walked into the bushes along the vine.
It wanted to see what kind of plant this vine was!
The chipmunk poked its head out, its dark eyes curiously watching the tiger father collect the vines; it was clearly curious too.
The vines twisted and struggled, trying to escape the tiger's grasp. However, the tiger was a level three spirit beast, and a giant beast that relied on its physical strength. The vines couldn't possibly escape with their meager strength.
Tiger Dad grabbed green vines and started binding them, like tying hemp rope. The vines bound themselves together, their struggles weakening until they slowly formed a round ball like a ball of yarn.
Tiger Dad looked at the rattan ball with great satisfaction, and chuckled, "This method taught by my eldest son is really effective."
The chipmunk's eyes lit up when it saw the rattan ball. Squeak, the chipmunk really wanted to play...
The chipmunk dared not take the "live" vine ball that its father was holding in his paws. It darted to the pile of vines that its father had just broken, and with a wave of its little paws, it collected them all.
The little guy back on the tiger's tail had already thought of a series of rattan products!
We can make rattan balls, rattan baskets, rattan hampers!
"Squeak!"
The chipmunk's little tail wagged happily at the thought of items made from the same style and the same vines.
Those watery eyes narrowed into crescents, clearly having already envisioned the perfect spatial artifact device.
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