A giant's palm descended from above Locke's head. The enormous magic pressure crushed a meteorite crater into the Styx River, and under this tremendous pressure, Locke's Moon of Evolution gradually sank, seemingly about to fall back into the Styx River.
"I can only take a gamble, but this gamble is dangerous for me as well."
"If the Moon of Evolution is knocked into the Styx River, I have no idea what will happen to me."
"I must grasp the final moment to withdraw. If I can't complete the grafting, I'll have to leave the Styx Plane."
At this moment, Emerald Power descended upon the Second-Ring Fern Spear, causing the fern spear to grow enormous and turn completely emerald, transforming into an Emerald Fern Spear.
The Emerald Fern Spear gathered a tremendous amount of power from the Emerald Dream. Its entire body seemed dreamlike and unreal, carrying a fantastic quality, while immense life energy gathered around it without pause.
Locke controlled the fern spear. Before that mysterious Styx Iron Tree, the fern spear was like an embroidery needle.
With a "ding," the Emerald Fern Spear struck the bark of the Styx Iron Tree. Spell sparks erupted one after another. The bark of the Styx Iron Tree was incredibly tough. It was not protected by any special energy; it was simply iron-tree bark, purely tough and difficult to damage.
The Emerald Fern Spear collided with the bark of the Styx Iron Tree three times. Each time, it was deflected, failing to cause the slightest damage.
The embroidery needle seemed to struggle repeatedly between the patterns in the iron-tree bark, trying to pierce the folds between them, yet accomplishing nothing.
"Damn it, it's far too hard!"
The ferocity in Locke's Tiger Eyes intensified. Behind him, it seemed as if the aura of a