The original verdant trees, with the passing of little green lights, are visibly aging with the naked eye.

During this period, [Ruomu] didn't think about fighting back.

The trees trembled, and countless spirits evolved from them, attacking the monks fearlessly.

Even Ruomu himself threw out his branches, stabbing like a sword.

But the cultivators who came here are truly terrifying.

All resistance is in vain, all in an instant

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