Condensation
編集者: Nyoi-Bo Studio
At that moment, in front of the Altar of the Wood God,
The pillar of light that shot up into the sky slowly dissipated.
Fang Heng felt a bit puzzled.
It seemed like a large portion of the strength had been extracted from the withered sacred tree.
Only less than a third remained.
What's going on?
There was an unusual energy loss from the withered sacred tree.
Or perhaps, had the Elder Council of the tree spirit clan already extracted two-thirds, leaving only one-third?
Something just didn't seem right.
As Fang Heng pondered, suddenly, the ground beneath them began to tremble violently.
As the main body of the withered sacred tree completely dissipated before them, the surrounding withered trees also rapidly turned into ashes.
The surrounding mist rapidly dispersed.
The outer seal barrier gradually disappeared, and the teleportation passage behind them quickly became inactive.