Theresa's incredible flying speed carried her to the elevated platform opposite in almost an instant—the location of the Forge of Creation.
Meanwhile, Welt and the others leisurely passed through the Mirror-Changing Screen and arrived on the platform.
"Lady Theresa truly possesses great skill. This old man has nothing more to say. With your assistance, we will certainly take down that wood spirit!"
Master Gongshu laughed excitedly. He truly was delighted. Once the most troublesome wood spirit abomination had been eliminated, there would not be many major problems left in the Artificer Department. Without it, the roots of the Ambrosial Arbor could no longer be controlled to rampage through the department and harm people. The remaining minor monsters could be easily handled by the Cloud Knights.
"Everyone, look! The Ambrosial Arbor's roots are wrapped around it!"
March 7th looked at the countless tangled roots coiling around the Forge of Creation. Perhaps they had been frightened by the Immortal Flame Theresa had gathered earlier, but despite everyone approaching, the roots showed no reaction. Only enormous flowers bloomed upon them, with blue-green mist drifting overhead.
"What it has wrapped around is the Artificer Department's greatest treasure: the Forge of Creation!"
"Next, I ask everyone to assist this old man in cutting them apart. Do not let its roots pierce through the furnace!" As Master Gongshu spoke, the encircled Forge of Creation rumbled. Realizing that its life was in danger, the wood spirit could no longer remain hidden. It began sprouting into a battle form ahead of time. More importantly, it could no longer sense that terrifying fiery presence.
The reason it had not even dared to twitch after so many of its roots had been burned was because it had been frightened. It truly had not expected the flames to be so terrifying.