If viewed from the outside, the monstrous tree still blazed with towering demonic flames, stretching across a hundred and a thousand miles. A single sweep of its long branches carried the momentum to shatter heaven and earth.
Yet one had to see that the scorched branches were increasing by the day, and the tree's outer appearance had completely turned into a massive fireball. The speed at which its long branches regenerated was slowly failing to keep up.
Had its fuel been exhausted? No, although Wu Tuo City had suffered heavy casualties, there were still at least several hundred thousand people left. Under the control of the tree's long branches, they might die off successively, but certainly not now. On the brink of life and death, their increasingly manic and fearful emotions were the best fuel.
Yu Ci carefully sensed and faintly perceived that the monstrous tree's aura was plunging all the way downward. That majestic power did not seem to be weakening; it merely ceased to be violent. Replaced instead was an internal gathering and contraction, somewhat akin to the polar transformation of yang generating yin—a natural force of expansion to the extreme followed by immediate shrinkage.
At this moment, the presence brought by the monstrous tree actually resembled a sense of consummate perfection.
Perfection?
The Marrow Burning Blood River had already pierced through the monstrous tree's entire body, still destructively spurting its potential, while the Channelling Yin Demon crazily plundered and absorbed its vital energy. Of course, there was also the Netherflame Heavenly Tribulation, incessantly burning its foundation.
Yet Yu Ci could sense that with these three forces attacking together, plundering and evaporating the monstrous tree's vital energy, its potential grew less and less. Inside the tree, the chaotic and frenetic primordial qi had been mostly stripped away over