"You little bastard, you're courting death! Stronger men than you have come here acting wild over the past thousand years, but without exception, they all became fertilizer for the Divine Tree. Not only will you die today, but I will capture your True Soul and torment it inch by inch until you'll be begging for a death you can't have!"
The vicious words echoed from the tree's trunk, as if a face had spontaneously appeared upon it.
A countless mist of blood swirled, each droplet emitting a pressure wave as heavy as a star, causing the Void to groan and creak.
The blood mist swirled and, in an instant, reformed.
Qin Feng's expression was serene, as if he wasn't the one whose body had just been blown to pieces.
