The Pale Sacred Tree split off thirteen threads. Seven connected to Cao Xing's backpack, while the other six led toward an unknown distance.
At the sight of this, not only Cao Xing, but also Juliette and Nifu beside him, showed surprise in their eyes.
"Huh?"
Cao Xing murmured, "I remember... there were clearly twelve of these fragments in total. I've collected seven, so there should only be five left."
"How did it split into six threads...
In the crystal arena, Namanzi and An Peidong stirred up wave after wave of excitement. Their contest was entirely a display of speed and precision.
Lanxi looked at his innocent yet shameless expression with a mixture of laughter and exasperation, practically doubting whether he was still that cold and noble Emperor Wang uncle.
By then, let alone a Spirit Emperor like himself, even an ordinary Spirit General or Spirit Warrior could take the lives of the Three Treasures.
Three Japanese pirates had tangled Pang De in their long ropes and iron hooks. They hurriedly called their companions over and worked together to bring Pang De down. The moment he fell, the pirates swarmed in, intending to subdue him.
Only a few military formations remained intact across the entire plain. Far in the distance, Sword and Rose and Bloodstained Sky stood at the very front, while tot, People in the Martial World, and Paradise Lost held the rear. Bloodstained Sky's branch, the Hall of Fame, was also waiting on standby behind them.
"Um, make that two copies. I want one too." Yi Qianyu suddenly spoke. Shen Feng and Chiba were instantly dumbfounded, unable to understand why this ice-cold person wanted one.
Li Xiong held a bow in one hand and raised the other as he shouted, "Brave knights, now is the time! Charge forward bravely!"