Cinderella flew out of the giant’s forest and soon saw a mountain covered in thick thorns—it must be the Thorn Mountain.

But the entire mountain was surrounded by thorny vines; there was no way to climb up.

Little Fay said, “Ordinary people can’t get up there, but now you have the Cicada Fairy’s wings. Flying to the top should be no problem.”

Unexpectedly, the higher Cinderella flew, the taller the thorns grew, making it impossible to get past them.

Just as she didn’t know what to do, a fierce wind howled—the witch had caught up.

With a sneer, the witch said, “That silly giant thought he could catch me. I’ll deal with him later. But this time, you won’t escape!”

Cinderella looked at the witch ahead, then back at the wall of thorns behind her. Trapped with no way forward or back, she instinctively stepped backward. To her surprise, as she approached the thorns, they parted and formed a path. She quickly ran up the mountain.

While running, she looked back. Sure enough, the witch was chasing after her. But when the witch neared the thorns, they instantly closed up.

The witch immediately tossed out her broom and leapt onto it, flying upward. But the higher she flew, the taller the thorns grew, blocking her completely.

She sneered, “You stupid thorns don’t know what’s good for you. I’ll make sure nothing grows here again!”

She swung her Black Dragon magic wand and summoned a windstorm. A powerful gale rose from the ground, kicking up sand and rocks, and tearing trees out by the roots.

Strangely, the thorns didn’t move an inch, let alone get torn out.

Infuriated, the witch stormed forward with her wand and began hacking at the thorns.

“Anything struck by my Black Dragon wand—be it person or object—will be split in two! You’ll learn your lesson now!”

But the thorns remained completely unharmed—not a single spine fell off, let alone being cut through.

Even more furious, the witch threw down her wand and tried to yank the thorns out by hand, but screamed in pain as the thorns pierced her skin and blood flowed from her hands.

Little Fay couldn’t help but laugh. “You’ve really lost your mind! These are thorns, not grass!”

Frustrated and helpless, the witch glared angrily, but had no choice—she turned and left.