The little tree suddenly shuddered.
An eerie light blazed from his branches.
The thought that had kept urging Yang Fei onward abruptly intensified in her mind.
That passage.
The passage whose end Yang Fei could never reach, no matter how far she walked, still stretched before her.
But just then...
The little tree sensed something.
Something was wrong.
He suddenly felt the gaze of a natural predator settle over his body.
It felt as though some apex predator had set its sights on him.
Cold.
Suffocating.
Nowhere to escape.
The little tree struggled to twist his branches, trying to flee.
But a handsome face came into view.
It was an angular face with deeply set features, its lips slightly raised in the faintest hint of a smile.
Wasn't this the Man in the Suit, whom he considered a grave threat?
The Netherworld Ancient Tree Clone discovered, to his horror, that he could no longer move.
His branches seemed to have been restrained by something, and his roots were pinned firmly to the ground. He could not even make a single leaf tremble.
He was about to muster all his strength and flee at any cost.
But unexpectedly, the Man in the Suit extended a large hand.
The hand was very pale.
Its joints were well defined.
It simply closed steadily around his trunk.
The motion was casual.
As though he were picking a piece of fruit.
My divine ability!
That was the only thought the Netherworld Ancient Tree Clone managed to have.
Then he sank into utter darkness.
Eternal darkness.
Jiang Chen looked at the Netherworld Ancient Tree Clone in his hand, which had now become something like jade.
He examined it closely.
It was only the size of a palm, emerald green all over, with black mist faintly visible