"Divine Wutong Tree?"
Vast Wutong, ancient winds long and slow, leaves like emerald clouds, bearing a majestic and outstanding presence.
Its roots lay in Clear Source, purple blossoms opened beneath the heavens, stars rested upon it, and beautiful birds came to sing.
Having just recognized what the Fire Tree was, Bai Yujun knew Wutong trees were common, but she had never seen one so shocking. While she stood dazed, the sparks raining from its crown had already swallowed the figures of those True Immortals. It was beautiful—the unique beauty of flame.
The Divine Wutong Tree transformed from scattered sparks into a towering giant tree in but an instant. Everything happened far too quickly.
At once, screams rang out one after another.
The True Immortals from the immortal realms who had refused to retreat scattered in every direction.
True fire burned over their bodies as they ran about like headless flies.
Those with higher cultivation fared much better. Their immortal robes turned to ash, their immortal bodies reddened, their hair and beards vanished, and they continuously splashed all kinds of exotic treasures over themselves to extinguish the flames. The slower ones suffered far more miserably. Some had their limbs dissolve into specks of fire, while others were left with only their spirit bodies.
Two other masses of flame fell straight downward.
The two weakest True Immortals had been ambushed by divine fire and gravely wounded. Whether they lived or died was unknown.
Xiao stared at the tree of flame, his expression ugly. As he resisted the White Dragon's fierce assault, he retreated again and again, seemingly wanting to get away from this suddenly appearing divine tree.
Suddenly!
The towering true-fire Wutong tree shook violently!
A sharp, piercing phoenix cry rang out!
It shared many similarities with a dragon's roar. A phoenix