After one man and one tree finished their conversation, Zhang Yang remained suspended in midair without making another move, while the Willow Tree lowered its branches.
Then, through his Observation Haki Perception, Zhang Yang discovered that although the Willow Tree had lowered its branches, it was actually mobilizing the Soul Power within its body to accomplish something.
What the Willow Tree displayed was this: the emerald-green leaves on its left side began to move without wind. The green leaves rubbed against one another, producing a rustling sound like jade grinding against jade.
As the sound produced by hundreds of millions of leaves rubbing together gradually rose in pitch and reached its peak, the sun, already leaning westward, suddenly released an incomparably dazzling white radiance from an unknown number of tens of thousands of kilometers above Zhang Yang's head. At a speed countless times faster than light, it instantly enveloped Zhang Yang's body.
Zhang Yang's expression changed drastically as he was engulfed by sunlight.
This radiance was not merely dazzling. Within it, Zhang Yang felt as though he had been thrown into the sun itself. The heat was terrifying, as if he would be directly vaporized by the dreadful temperature the next moment.
Zhang Yang instinctively tried to escape the radiance, because he did not want to die.
But Zhang Yang failed. Once enveloped by the radiance, he could not even move a finger. As he endured the scorching sensation it brought him, he could not even clench his teeth. He could only silently bear it.
Under this scorching heat, Zhang Yang truly understood what it meant for a day to feel like a year. A mere nine seconds felt as long as nine years to him.
Nine seconds later, the endless scorching sensation vanished in an instant. Zhang Yang only