No one responded.
But at this moment, even Changyi himself had noticed.
There was too much of the Ancestor Tree Branch, but the power of the ancestral source was limited and couldn't cover it all.
The Divine's attack, as long as it hit the root, could indeed pull the rug out from under it, achieving a miraculous feat.
"But this is too..." Changyi's voice trailed off.
Cen Qiaofu, watching the tree branches severed at the root in an instant, also fell silent, left only with an inner tumult:
"This is madness!"
He had been chopping at the tree for half a day, where one axe could barely break a branch.
He had to rely on the empowerment of the Blood Tree's Yin Branch, and he had to consider that the Di Ying Holy Plant hadn't completely focused its attention on him.
But now, what The Divine was facing was the Raging Ancestor Tree, the ancestral source's power, countless branches.
This strike was sharper than any axe, sword, or saber.