Qin Siyang spared no more attention for thinking. He threw himself fully into attacking, determined to complete the hunting route his mind had already mapped out as quickly as possible.
"President Qin, please, I'm begging you! That's enough! You don't need this many bodies for research! Let's go already!!"
Despite Hu Chan's desperate pleading, Qin Siyang still took down every last Multi-Headed Weasel.
By then, the Multi-Headed Weasels he had knocked down earlier had also lost all signs of life.
Qin Siyang immediately turned back and swiftly collected their bodies, starting with the first Multi-Headed Weasel he had killed.
Seeing that his words had accomplished nothing, Hu Chan gave up struggling and watched Qin Siyang with a look of utter devastation.
Yet just as Qin Siyang was about to finish collecting the bodies, he suddenly felt a faint tremor in the ground beneath his feet.
Even after the hunt was over, Qin Siyang had not let his guard down. He kept constant watch over his surroundings.
The slight disturbance in the ground instantly put his already taut nerves on high alert.
He turned around again, and in that instant, his blood seemed to freeze.
In the distant darkness, an enormous tree slowly emerged.
Its trunk was thick and gnarled, rising in overlapping coils, its surface covered in crisscrossing scars.
The trunk wound upward, splitting into countless long, slender branches. They stretched into the air, each swaying without any pattern, as though they possessed lives of their own.
The immense crown formed by those densely packed branches blocked out the starlight across half the sky.
"Fruit" hung from those branches. From a distance, the fruit dangled like lanterns, giving off a dim, dark-gold glow. That light flickered unevenly, like a haze.
There seemed to be other colors on the fruit as