Li Xiaoyao nodded slightly, flicking his fingers gently on the back of their necks. The group's consciousness instantly recovered, and they opened their eyes groggily.
Without paying them any further attention, Li Xiaoyao took out a bottle of pill medicine and handed it over, saying, "Dad, you should first recuperate. I'm going to resolve some issues and will be back soon."
"Okay, be careful," Li Chengfeng said as he took the pill medicine.
Li Xiaoyao's body soared into the air, his gaze sweeping downward as he glanced at the vast spiritual tree.
"Yuan Mu Zi's wooden core is in the center of the trunk, to retrieve it the Yuan Mu Zi must be split open." With a plan in mind, Li Xiaoyao took out the Seven Star Ancient Sword, gripped it tightly, his lips parted, and a cold, bone-chilling voice began to echo slowly.
"Everyone, leave this place immediately."
He was not a ruthless killer; the energy released while removing the wooden core would certainly affect the surroundings.