Xue Yang makes a face as he gets covered in..jelly. He doesn't have much time to grumble at the fact that he is covered in gut juice before that tendril whips out at him. He holds the sword up to try and block some of the force but it still sends him flying, slamming into one of the columns. Now this thing is just pissing him off.

It's going to take him a minute to get his wind back as he pushes himself slowly to his feet.