"I am destined to take this Root of the Divine Wood. However, if you can offer terms that satisfy me, there is no problem with leaving you a slim chance at survival.
"Mm, on this point, I can guarantee it. So long as you offer terms that satisfy me, I can swear a Soul Oath," Ye Zhen said after some consideration.
"Only a slim chance at survival?"
"That's right!"
Silence. After that one sentence came a deathly stillness. The thirteen Ancient Giant Spirit Tree Demons seemed to be using silence to resist Ye Zhen's harsh terms.
Or perhaps they were... gambling.
But the problem was, Ye Zhen had run out of patience.
A vicious glint flashed through his eyes, and his Spirit Blade slashed directly toward the crystalline Root of the Divine Wood before him, as translucent as a gemstone.
In an instant, all thirteen Ancient Giant Spirit Tree Demons wailed at once. One of them suddenly let out a furious roar, immediately driving hundreds of thousands of tree demon roots within the underground cavern to blast toward Ye Zhen in unison.
He actually intended to attack Ye Zhen to stop him.
Yet just as those hundreds of thousands of tree demon roots, under his command, were about to attack Ye Zhen, an inexplicable ripple suddenly rose from underground. In Ye Zhen's perception, the eight Spirit Communication Wooden Tablets on the Wooden Tablet in Tongling Hall simultaneously blazed with light.
In that instant, the Ancient Giant Spirit Tree Demon who had flown into a rage let out a shrill scream. Streams of golden light burst from within his enormous roots, and emerald-green blood immediately gushed forth.
"Seventh, stop! Do not show disrespect to the Commander!"
"Commander, please quell your anger! Commander, we can talk, we can talk. Could you tell