The demonic trees lashed wildly.
Blood flowed into rivers.
"Isn't this... a little too terrifying...?"
While vanished, Xu Xiaoshou tried touching one of the blood trees beside him. As if it sensed him, the blood tree suddenly shuddered, its branches splitting apart and piercing straight through his body.
"Fuck!"
Xu Xiaoshou jumped in fright and flashed away, only then realizing that he was actually immune to attacks in this state.
The next instant, a wail rose behind him.
"Ah—"
Turning around, he saw a White Robe.
This was likely a White Robe from a non-combat unit. He had not lasted long amid the blood trees; attacked from both front and back, one lapse was enough for the blood tree branches to whip and drain him into a dried corpse on the spot.
A chill ran through Xu Xiaoshou, while his heart filled with helplessness.
He had imagined that once the Saint Slave emerged from the White Cavern, there would be a great battle.
Earlier, everything had been calm and uneventful, as though they had nearly managed to leave just by talking their way out. He had even felt a little regretful then, disappointed that he had not witnessed a spectacular scene.
But now, seeing such a tragic sight...
"Sure enough, either nothing erupts, or once it does, it scares people half to death!"
Xu Xiaoshou shuddered and did not dare dwell on it.
Number Thirty-Three suddenly swooped down from the sky.
He did not actively seek out the crazed Cen Qiaofu. Instead, he coordinated with the White Robes' combat units and began clearing out the terrifying grove of blood trees.
After suffering the first wave of unexpected damage, the White Robes led by several Cutting Path experts had already reacted. They formed formations in groups, preventing their backs from being