In the valley.
Cui Xiabing was sensing the environment of the entire valley with a serious face, as she had awakened over thirty ancient trees, each with a lifespan of over a thousand years, into war treants.
These ancient war treants were powerful; besides controlling a large number of vines and roots, their unique attributes also gave birth to different innate abilities.
For example, a silver needle tree of a thousand years could shoot arrow-like silver needles.
The poison leaf tree could emit deadly toxins, which kept the jackal werewolves at bay.
The iron skin tree, with a body tough as steel, appeared like a steel-made war puppet, suppressing hundreds of lizard-men and jackal werewolves.
"Cui Xiabing, they used a fire attack," said a figure who swiftly rushed from outside the valley.
"What? Fire attack! Have those lizard-men thought of that?"
"What should we do? Fire is naturally the bane of trees..."