Jiang Fan shouted, and then the branch wrapped around his ankle was suddenly dragged downwards.
This sudden tug, and its extreme speed, was a hundred or a thousand times more exciting than dancing at a disco.
It almost ripped Jiang Fan's soul out of his body.
As soon as it was pulled down, it was covered by countless intertwined branches.
Layer upon layer, densely packed, with not a single gap in sight.
"Court death!"
Wei Jiu roared and slammed his fist down, blasting a deep crater into the large net woven from peach tree branches.
However, it was filled in the next second by newly grown branches.
"What the hell?!"
An expression of disbelief appeared in Wei Jiu's eyes; he was True Martial Realm expert.
At this level, a single punch can shatter mountains and alter the terrain.
He had thrown a punch with almost no restraint, yet it didn't have much effect on this plant-type monster.
Could it be that this beast is even stronger than him?
But if he's truly superior, why only defend and not retaliate?
A multitude of doubts lingered in his mind, but he had no time to think about them. Jiang Fan's fate was currently unknown, and he had to find a way to rescue him as soon as possible.
Thinking of this, Wei Jiu took out his broadsword and used all his skills to frantically chop at the branches.
at the same time.
"Boom--"
Jiang Fan crashed heavily to the ground, getting a mouthful of dirt.
"Cough cough--Ptooey!"
Compared to the dirt in his mouth, this fall made him feel like his whole body was about to fall apart.
Fortunately, he is now Early-Stage Fourth Rank Martial Artist, a whole major realm higher than before he came in.
Otherwise, the fall would definitely be even worse!
"So it was you who killed countless members of my clan?"
The familiar, aged voice rang out again, startling Jiang Fan so much that he disregarded his injuries and leaped back dozens of steps like a carp.
Upon closer inspection, it was a peach tree with the face of an old man.
He had seen monsters with human faces before, like that Beautiful-Faced Spider.
But compared to the Beautiful-Faced Spider, the large peach tree glaring at him now gave him a sense of powerlessness, as if he were on the verge of death.
Even the hand gripping the alloy greatsword was trembling uncontrollably.
It's not that he's a coward, nor that he lacks courage.
Rather, it was the absolute difference in strength that made him feel that no matter how much he resisted and struggled in front of this big peach tree, he would ultimately be like an ant, completely futile.
But he wouldn't just sit idly by and wait for his doom.
"Boom boom boom!"
Deafening bombardments rang out overhead.
Jiang Fan looked up and saw nothing but dense, impenetrable branches.
Although he couldn't see what was happening above with the naked eye, he could "see" Wei Jiu desperately trying to save him with his Psychic Power.
Now that someone is trying to save him, he can no longer just sit and wait to die.
His mind raced. Escape was impossible; all he could do now was stall for time as much as possible.
"You little brat, are you trying to stall for time?" Big Peach Tree stared at Jiang Fan with his wrinkled old eyes, his gaze seemingly able to see through everything.
Jiang Fan's heart skipped a beat, his blood rushed through his body, and he could hear his own heart pounding in his ears.
"It's a misunderstanding, actually—"
Jiang Fan knew very well that the peach tree had seen through his thoughts, but he still wanted to buy as much time as possible for Wei Jiu to save him.
However, the big peach tree didn't give him that chance at all, and directly and decisively interrupted him.
"Such a young Advanced Psychic is indeed rare, but today you are destined to die here. Die! Die with my people!"
The giant peach tree seemed unwilling to waste any more words with Jiang Fan. In its eyes, a mere Advanced Psychic was nothing more than an ant.
As his icy voice fell, a peach branch transformed into an incredibly sharp cone, stabbing fiercely towards Jiang Fan. This stab undoubtedly sealed Jiang Fan's fate.
As the sharp branches grew larger and larger before his eyes, Jiang Fan's pupils dilated, and he was filled with horror, as if he were already experiencing the taste of death.
Almost instinctively, he quickly threw away the alloy broadsword in his hand and drew a sword from his spatial ring.
This sword is Spirit Weapon obtained from the Zhou Family Cultivation Secret Realm.
Faced with this unfathomably powerful peach tree, he knew that an ordinary alloy broadsword would be of no use whatsoever; only Spirit Weapon could give him a chance to survive.
Despite his thoughts, he felt that with his current strength, it would be difficult to unleash the true power of the Spirit Weapon.
But for now, there's no other way.
Blood and qi instantly flowed into the Spirit Weapon, causing the sword to radiate purple light. Accompanied by wisps of electricity surging back and forth, dark and mysterious runes appeared and disappeared intermittently.
Despite facing imminent death, Jiang Fan's expression remained remarkably calm.
He held the longsword to his forehead, while desperately releasing his Psychic Power to envelop the Spirit Weapon, creating the strongest defense he could.
As for whether he can survive...
Jiang Fan gave a bitter smile, clearly indicating that even so, he wasn't very confident he could survive the attack from that giant peach tree.
However--
The branch, which had transformed into a pyramid shape, suddenly stopped an inch in front of the Spirit Weapon, refusing to advance any further.
Um?
What's going on?
To be honest, Jiang Fan was prepared to die, but the other party suddenly stopped.
He looked up in confusion, and his expression froze when he saw the face of the big peach tree, which was bursting with madness.
Before he could figure out what was going on, that old face, filled with a complex, strange excitement, suddenly appeared in front of him.
It gave him quite a fright!
"You—you—how did this Spirit Weapon end up in your hands?!"
The big peach tree was drooling, its eyes bulging and wide open.
Looking at the old face so close to his face, Jiang Fan's heart pounded like thunder. It took him a full two seconds to process what the big peach tree had said.
Spirit Weapon?
Judging from its excited state, it's obvious that it recognizes this Spirit Weapon.
etc!
Suddenly, a thought flashed through Jiang Fan's mind, and he remembered what the Little Turtle had once said.
It said that if Brother Peach were still alive, he could heal Wang Yao's damage to her Dao Source.
Brother Peach? A peach tree!
Could it be this big peach tree in front of us?
Jiang Fan was so shocked by his own guess that he couldn't speak for a long time. If it was really as he guessed, then wouldn't this big peach tree, like the Little Turtle, be that person's contracted beast?
"Say!"
The big peach tree was getting impatient, and when it opened its mouth, its saliva flew out even more dramatically, spraying Jiang Fan's face directly.
Jiang Fan raised his hand and wiped his face, then looked directly at the big peach tree with neither arrogance nor servility.
At this moment, he had already made up his mind and was ready to put on a show.
"This Spirit Weapon was originally mine, so what's so strange about it being in my hands?"
Upon hearing this, the big peach tree's pupils dilated in shock, and it stared at Jiang Fan with an incredulous gaze, trying to see through the boy before it.