BOOM!
Blood fell like rain.
Fang Ping's aura dropped. In the blink of an eye, it had fallen to broken eight, and it was still falling.
When he broke through seven, he barely managed to maintain it.
Fang ping, on the other hand, was bathed in the Dao tree's white blood. His previously shattered body was rapidly healing.
Not only that, after killing the Dao tree with one slash, Fang ping grabbed a white ball-shaped object.
There was no need to look, it was good stuff!
The moment he grabbed it, endless life force surged into Fang Ping's body, healing his bones that were about to break rapidly. His flesh and blood also grew wildly.
He did not know if it was a demonic nucleus or a fruit from the Dao tree.
Fang ping did not care, nor did he have the time to care.
At this moment, the Dao tree was not completely dead.