The stench of dead bodies around the Wisdom Tree was slowly subsiding. The bodies had been piled as high as a hill, yet now all that was left was a five-meter high mountain of bones that covered a 60-meter radius. The entire gray giant tribe was there, their bodies had decomposed, the only thing left was their bones, scattered all around. Amid the mountain of bones, there was a spiral-shaped tree standing alone. Its lush green leaves and prosperous branches exuded a strong air of vitality.
The image of life and death had a strong spiritual impact on people. Perhaps the Windom Tree symbolized that the birth of an intelligent race would mean the death of another. By absorbing the flesh and blood around it, the Wisdom Tree had grown leaps and bounds since the last time they had seen it. From nine meters tall and less than 40 centimeters in diameter, it had now grown to 20 meters tall and one meter wide. Even the color of the texture on its surface was much more mesmerizing.
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