By the usual movie formula, the battle against the final boss was bound to shake heaven and make ghosts weep. Both sides would use every trick they had, a few unimportant supporting characters would have to die, and only then could victory be claimed.
But for Fang Zheng... this was supposed to be a problem?
If he, a Time Dragon and quasi-god, couldn't take down a mere thousand-year-old locust tree demon, he might as well go home and sell sweet potatoes!
The First Flame surged.
Scorching crimson flames shot into the sky, frightening Nie Xiaoqian into retreating again and again. At the same time, accompanied by screams, dozens of female ghosts burst from the ground. Flames clung to their bodies as well, rapidly spreading across their surfaces. In the blink of an eye, each female ghost had become a human torch, making Ning Caichen turn his head away somewhat unwillingly.
In less than half a minute, the entire old locust tree had been burned into pitch-black charcoal, and most of the female ghosts had perished as well. Only Nie Xiaoqian remained standing there, trembling all over and not daring to say a word.
"Alright, done."
Fang Zheng pulled his greatsword from the blackened trunk. Strangely enough, although it had been burned to black ash, the massive tree still retained its original shape. From afar, it looked like a tree from an ink-wash landscape painting. Only when Fang Zheng yanked out the greatsword did it completely scatter with the wind, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
It added three hours...
Fang Zheng glanced at the duration of the Divine Domain and nodded. Judging by the conversion rate, the bosses in this world were much more fire-resistant than those in the previous two worlds. Strictly speaking, this old locust tree alone