After speaking to Tinwood, Richard flipped his hand and took out a tube of grass-green potion, drinking it to heal his injuries.
Although the Energy Furnace granted him limitless energy, it also placed a considerable burden on his body. Moreover, it consumed life force, leaving him with no desire whatsoever to fight a war of attrition against the Super-Breeding Species. That would be too foolish.
After all, even if he won, the price he paid would be too great to recover by squeezing Tinwood dry, right? Squeezing someone dry was all about cost-effectiveness.
After finishing the potion, Richard looked at Tinwood and waited for his response.
After hearing Richard's words, Tinwood fell silent for several seconds, perhaps having guessed what Richard was thinking. Then he said, "Fine, I'll help you. Fully unleashing the Tree of Wisdom's abilities will cause me considerable harm, but if it resolves this matter sooner, so be it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tinwood lowered his body. His root-woven feet sank deep into the ground, his trunk turned ash-gray, and his crown swayed as streams of translucent threads flew out toward tree after tree in the forest.
Normally, he could only obtain information from the small number of trees under his control. But now, he was forcibly connecting himself to the entire forest. At that moment, every tree became his eyes, every tree became his body, and every inch of grass became his skin.
The instant Richard sensed Tinwood rooting himself into the soil, the entire forest seemed to fall faintly silent. Then, an unceasing rustling rose all around them, like countless people whispering. An ordinary person would have suffered a mental breakdown on the spot.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
More than ten seconds later, Tinwood's tightly shut eyes snapped open. Having sensed