The Drought Demon Clan chief, Han Ge, stood two meters and twenty tall, his entire body covered in black fur, savage fangs bared, black flames curling all around him.
He looked like a vicious beast from hell itself, brimming with Killing Intent. The instant he appeared, the area for a hundred miles around was filled with berserk energy so dense it seemed tangible.
It was as if anyone who stayed in this environment a little too long—most creatures with weak willpower—would descend into madness, lose all reason, and become beasts that knew only slaughter.
"I am King Han Ge!"
The Drought Demon Clan chief Han Ge looked down at Xia Ping, his eyes filled with contempt. "You're the human who came to cause trouble in my clan's sacred land? You even want to steal our clan's sacred fruits? What nerve. Have you decided how you want to die? Steamed, or roasted?"
"Choose your own death."
He had already regarded Xia Ping as a dead man and gave him no chance whatsoever. Any outsider who dared trespass into the sacred land had to die—without a single exception.
"Drought Demon Clan chief Han Ge?!"
Xia Ping rubbed his chin. "Is there another way to die? Like dying of old age? I rather like that one."
"Get lost!"
Smoke practically poured from Han Ge's nostrils in fury. This human was truly pushing his luck—he even wanted to choose old age as his manner of death. Who wouldn't want that? This brat sure knew how to dream.
Very quickly, he noticed that the sacred land was somewhat different from before. The dense five-element spiritual energy seemed to be gone, as did the sensation of being bathed in holy energy.
"Wait, where is the Five Elements Spirit Tree? Where have the Five Elements Spirit Trees