The Little Tree had no leaves. Bare branches rose from a trunk that was half black and half Colored, giving it an eerie look, like coral or antlers. Its roots had covered the entire Black Coffin and the Paper Crane's remains, ravenously devouring their energy.
Under the Little Tree's relentless feeding, the Paper Crane's remains continued to break apart.
Fang Chen grew anxious. He knew the Paper Crane's remains were suppressing the Black Coffin, and he feared that once they vanished, whatever was inside would burst out.
He walked up to the Little Tree, gripped it with both hands, and tried to pull it free. But no matter how hard he strained, it did not budge.
"How is that possible?"
Fang Chen stared at the Little Tree, which stood less than ten feet tall. Shock spread across his face. He had never expected it to be rooted so firmly.
After hesitating for a moment, he decided to strike it with the Floating Immortal Sword and see if he could cut it down.
But when he swung the Floating Immortal Sword into the Little Tree, a tremendous force sent him flying.
He flew hundreds of feet before slamming into the Paper Crane's skeleton. His body felt ready to fall apart, and his right hand was numb and trembling. The force that had rebounded from the Little Tree was terrifying.
"Bzz, bzz, bzz..."
The Floating Immortal Sword burst into Colored light, and an even greater power poured into Fang Chen's body. His discomfort vanished at once, while the Buddhist scriptures in his mind flashed faster than ever.
Fang Chen got up and walked back to the Little Tree. He examined the spot where he had struck it, but his blow had not left so much as a mark.
"What kind of tree