The wind around them had died down, now blowing at only about level four. The spectacular sight of countless tornadoes reaching down to the ground was gone.
Even the giant tree's leaves, once emerald-green with a faint glow, had grown dull.
Most of its power had clearly dissipated.
But Chen Shouyi didn't dare let his guard down. He drew an arrow, pulled back the bowstring, and fired at a raised root not far away.
With a thump, the arrow bounced off the root.
It left behind only a shallow dent two or three centimeters deep. It hadn't even broken the bark.
What terrifying defenses.
Chen Shouyi walked a few steps closer and fired several more arrows in succession.
The root didn't move at all. Only the wind picked up a little, and he felt somewhat relieved.
What he feared most was that the giant tree could move. Seeing the root remain completely still, he felt half his worry ebb away.
He cautiously made his way forward, one step at a time.
He deliberately steered clear of the huge roots jutting out of the ground.
As he drew closer, the oppressive presence grew stronger. Fortunately, he had experienced it several times in Memory Space, and compared to the tree at the peak of its power there, its presence was now much weaker.
He turned his gaze toward the only Barbarian still praying.
The Barbarian was ancient and frail, with wrinkled skin and a body so thin he was all skin and bones. There wasn't a pound of flesh on him. His back was bare, his ribs clearly visible.
As Chen Shouyi approached,
the old man seemed to sense him and shakily rose to his feet. He swayed all over, his murky eyes fixed on Chen Shouyi in a way that sent