"They finally found this place!"
Ye Zhen merely stirred his Spiritual Sense. As the Yi Mu spiritual power he had just refined within his body spread slightly, it was as if he had gained countless pairs of eyes, taking in everything outside the underground cavern at a glance.
At this moment, Yang Beng, the Second Island Master of Yin Yang Island, was slaughtering wildly outside. His entire body resembled a fireball, and wherever he passed, everything turned to ash.
Only now, when facing these tree demons, did Yang Beng's cultivation at the Dao Entry Realm reveal its terror.
Yang Beng's low-grade soul artifact, the Soul Splitting Purple Fire Bell, rolled through the swarm of over a thousand tree demons like an enormous millstone. Five writhing, twisting fire dragons surged from its five bells.
A profound Dao pattern flickered faintly within the fire dragons.
Yang Beng was likely desperate as well. He actually activated the Dao pattern directly to empower the Soul Splitting Purple Fire Bell, raising the might of the fire dragons it spewed to an utterly terrifying level.
Within a hundred-meter radius of the five fire dragons, any tree demon that dared approach was immediately reduced to ashes.
It could not be helped. The tree demon race was naturally afraid of flames, but that was not the worst part.
The worst part was that Yang Beng was expertly controlling those five fire dragons. Whenever he heavily injured a tree demon, he would swiftly condense a Fire Dragon Drill, sending it straight into the ground along the wounded tree demon and blasting directly at its massive root system.
Originally, even if a tree demon's body turned to ash and it suffered grave injuries, it could recover in ten or several decades so long as it was nourished by the pure