The Shocked Crowd!

Zhen Ershisan Zi smiled faintly. "Fellow Daoist Lu, you've worked hard. Leave the rest to this old man."

With a wave of his hand, countless branches of the World Tree surged like azure dragons, coiling around all nine Heaven Ascension Realm experts and dragging them into the Grotto-Heaven at the top of the Tree God.

Zhan Chui and Ju Li did not even have the strength to resist; they were dragged away like dead dogs.

The Orc Race's main camp.

The auras of Zhan Chui and the four Heaven Ascension Realm elders vanished from the direction of Divine Wood Forest.

They were not hidden, not shielded, but gone completely—as if they had never existed at all.

First Elder Zhan Feng stood on the command platform, his aged body trembling faintly in the night wind.

His Divine Sense swept over the direction of Divine Wood Forest again and again, trying to catch those familiar auras.

Nothing.

Those five blood-red lights were like they had been swallowed by an abyss, never to be sensed again.

"The king... the king's aura..." an orc general said in a trembling voice, the battle axe in his hand falling to the ground with a clang.

"Shut up!" Zhan Feng barked, but his own voice was trembling too.

He was a first-layer Heaven Ascension Realm elder and had lived for tens of thousands of years, yet he had never felt such despair.

In the Orc Race's main camp, countless orc warriors walked out of their tents and looked up toward Divine Wood Forest.

There, the Spirit Energy vortex was still spinning, and the silver light remained dazzling, as if nothing had happened at all.

But everyone knew that their king—the fourth-layer Heaven Ascension Realm Orc King Zhan Chui, who had fought for tens of thousands of