The way down was always much easier than the way up.
Climbing up the Xuanhuang Wood, Youzui's hunters had erected a ritual altar, scaled chains, and braved the Death Domain, only reaching the Dead Parasitic God Withered Branch after tremendous effort.
Yet the Bofushi Giant dragged the withered branch down the tree without encountering any obstacles.
The group even had the leisure to admire the scenery along the way, watching the lush canopy around them gradually thin out, slender branches give way to a stout trunk, and dull bark begin to gleam like jade. Its texture grew increasingly fine, and the farther down they went, the deeper the flowing radiance of laws on the bark became, while the aura of magic power in the air grew fainter.
Even the Bofushi Giant shrank considerably along with it.
The enormous withered branch landed on the ground with the giant, sending tremors in every direction.
It gave the Furry Dragon coiled nearby quite a fright.
Only after seeing the giant break apart into five familiar figures did the dragon grumble and deflate its puffed cheeks. But the sparks rising from its nostrils immediately caught Fatty Xin's attention.
"Why don't we try Dragon Flame first?"
His eyes lit up. Pointing at Big Mao, he said excitedly, "Furry Dragons aren't fire dragons, but they can still breathe Dragon Flame, and their bloodline rank surpasses this Small World's too... let it have a go!"
"Ee-woo?"
Big Mao tilted its head and looked at the fat wizard with its wide amber eyes.
The others had no objections.
They might as well try. If Dragon Flame really could destroy this withered branch, all the better. If not, they could simply try something else. It would hardly waste any time.
"...If you can burn this branch to ash, I'll