Thousand-year-old locust tree

Xiu, xiu, xiu! The small squirrels also launched attacks at Ling Han, and countless fruits smashed towards him.

Ling Han moved. His hands danced, and a gentle force instantly caught hold of the fruit. Then, he threw it diagonally outwards. Hong, hong, hong, the sounds of a great explosion rose and fell, but not a single fruit exploded near Ling Han.

The sword-bearing man's eyes involuntarily twitched. Ling Han looked to be having an easy time, but his control over power needed to be perfect to the extreme. Only then would he be able to hold the fruit with gentle power. Otherwise, if there was the slightest mistake, the fruit would immediately explode.

To be able to control his power to such a perfect extent, this person was practically a monster.

He hurriedly pulled himself together and followed suit.

Ling Han was already nearing the tree. With a leap, his feet stepped on the tree. Xiu, xiu, xiu, he rushed towards the crown of the tree.