The silvery white and bone-like fingers extended inch by inch, eventually lightly touching the Root of Corruption that was flowing with thick, deep red blood.
The identity of the hero echoed the heavens and the earth, emanating a dazzling Power of Purification from the fingertips.
Like the light of evolution, this brilliant white light blossomed like a small scorching sun rising in the dark underground space, but it did not affect the distant ghosts.
This was the Light of Rules.
In an instant, the drifting wisps of red mist around it dissipated, and the dispersed Power of Purification started to converge towards the center, restrained in one point. The dazzling sunlight turned into a white light pillar. Within this radiant and dazzling light pillar, the Root of Corruption, growing and branching like a tree, its exterior fell off inch by inch, like scabs from a wound. Eventually, the entire crimson tree was annihilated in the purifying white light.