Ye Chao nodded expectantly as well. "At last, we got here one step ahead of Saint Masente's reinforcements!"
Thirty seconds later.
Ye Luo personally raised his right hand, and the main cannons of every warship instantly lit up.
"Fire!"
His right hand came crashing down.
Tens of thousands of green beams shot simultaneously from the fan-shaped formation toward the battered metal defensive shell.
"Rumble..." The earth-shaking roar was like Death's bellow, and the entire planet trembled continuously in space.
Ten seconds later, as the flames dispersed, the solid shield that had exhausted the Ancient Tree of Life's energy finally let out a strained groan. Then, beneath Ye Luo's expectant gaze, Ye Chao's delighted gaze, and Klaist's despairing gaze, it shattered with a crashing sound...
Just like the shattered hearts of the Elf Race warriors...
To make matters worse, after the solid metal continued to crumble, the enormous Ancient Tree of Life on Saint Masente's home planet began to creak and groan, as though countless termites were gnawing at its base. Ten seconds later, every leaf on the entire tree visibly turned yellow, shriveled, and withered. Then the massive ancient tree actually toppled backward...
"Move! Everyone, get out of the way!!!" Seeing the elderly and children sheltering behind the Ancient Tree of Life remain motionless before the collapsing tree, Klaist could not help but shout.
However, when his gaze met the eyes of those elders, no further sound came from his throat.
Those were eyes dead to all hope. Eyes filled with utter despair. Eyes that had already decided to be buried alongside the Ancient Tree of Life...
"Creak... Creak... Boom..."
The Ancient Tree of Life fell, crushing tens of thousands of Elves to death beneath its enormous trunk...
Ye Luo watched this sorrow before a race's extinction, watched the chilling