Little Sprout had settled beside its clan's trees, and Little Fatty refused to leave, wanting to stand guard nearby. However, Little Fatty had shown off earlier, and the flames carpeting the ground had horrified the Ghost-Face Tree Clan. When Little Fatty appeared again, they drove it more than ten meters away.
When Dongfang Minghui went to check, she found one person facing off against a whole mass of tree vines. She did not know whether to laugh or cry. Only after she greeted the Ghost-Face Tree Clan was Little Fatty allowed to move to within three meters of Little Sprout. Even then, thick vines separated the two, their branches tangled and interwoven like a snarl of hemp.
"Whatever you do, don't use fire-element attacks, or they'll attack you."
"All right."
After confirming that Little Sprout was safe, she returned to where Seventh Sister and the others had been training. A vast stretch of land had been eaten away by death aura until nothing remained, leaving the ground scorched black. The death aura seemed to have seeped into the soil little by little. If this continued, every tree on the Thousand Family Back Mountain would be consumed.
She could even hear many trees that had awakened consciousness moaning and wailing. After a moment's hesitation, she approached and soothed them a little.
"Seventh Sister."
"Yes?"
"I want to take a look at the place where the death seed erupted before."
With Qian Wanyu leading her, Dongfang Minghui saw the Asura battlefield on the Thousand Family Back Mountain-a battlefield of plants. Many hundred-year-old trees had withered the instant the death aura erupted. Parts of their remains still stood there, but the slightest touch reduced them to drifting ash.
It was clear that when disaster struck, they had not even had a chance to