Refining Spirit to Return to Emptiness, Martial Arts Angel! (Big Chapter Seeking Monthly Ticket)

Sky City

The woman's figure passed through the narrow path. She raised her head and looked at the walls covered in weeping faces, falling into brief silence.

Primal Wilds

Clusters of black tree roots, like spikes pinning down a doll, pierced He Ao's body and fixed him to the ground.

The densely packed roots spread outward at the same time, forming an interwoven net-like cage that trapped He Ao within.

The spear shaft in his hand was also knocked away by the sudden attack, rolling off to one side.

He Ao raised his head and looked ahead. The arena ruins were rapidly collapsing and vanishing before his very eyes.

And directly above the collapsing ruins stood Astra, her disheveled hair hanging loosely over her shoulders.

Traces of tears still lingered on her crystalline, clean cheeks, but her expression remained touched by an invisible indifference.

She stared at He Ao, anger lacing her hoarse voice. "Why can't you just behave and do nothing?"

Sizzle—

The slender black roots tightened further inward, like barbed vines piercing flesh and slowly wriggling through it.

He Ao's body, already covered in blood, stiffened again as more blood naturally spilled from his wounds.

He lowered his head and glanced beneath the roots. There was a mass of intangible void there, and these pitch-black roots extended from that void.

Near the void, the roots showed obvious signs of crystallization. Yet the farther outward they extended, the more intact they became.

These roots most likely came directly from the Dusk Wasteland. They were roots of the World Tree.

Now that these roots could pierce into this place, it likely meant that the anomaly's power had begun to recover, and the barriers between the anomalies were gradually being broken.

However, the roots controlled by Astra also seemed to