Jia Shuiqing had always been meticulous in her work. That was what Qu Jianlei found most reassuring about her.
In her view, this tree's cultivation was even a bit weaker than a knock-off Nascent Soul Realm cultivator. Under the watch of so many experts on their side, it could not possibly pull any tricks.
But spores really were quite troublesome.
Even a warship's scans could not guarantee that nothing would be missed. These things were not only tiny, but their life signatures were extremely faint.
It was not that the Empire's warships were not advanced enough. Warships simply had not been designed to deal with this sort of thing!
Their team had plenty of experts too, but who had the time to monitor this nonstop?
It would be better to cast a spell and burn away all the spores. Then the world would be at peace.
Was that how their combat strength was supposed to be wasted? Of course not.
"Destroy them, immediately!" This tree was unusually understanding—or perhaps its desire to survive was simply strong enough?
In any case, it was truly cooperative, so cooperative that Jia Shuiqing could not find any excuse to lose her temper. She could only maintain her rigorous style. "What about Nascent Soul Locusts? Don't tell me you don't have any."
"Locusts... Nascent Soul-level ones?" the tree answered through gritted teeth. "My enmity with the Locusts is irreconcilable!"
It turned out that although the trees and Locusts had a symbiotic relationship, the Locusts held the dominant position in essence.
The Locusts survived by gnawing on the Tree Race. Though their droppings could nourish the trees, there was still the question of who held the initiative and who was passive.
The Locusts could gnaw on the Tree Race at will, even knowing that they themselves