"This tree... truly is conscious!" Zhou Qing's hand holding the sword froze in mid-air, cold sweat instantly soaking his back.
Then, he slowly lowered the long sword in his hand, turned around, and looked at the withered tree with a chuckle.
"Junior... Junior is just kidding with you... No, I'm in simulation mode now, what am I afraid of!"
Zhou Qing's mouth twitched as he suddenly realized.
He let out a sinister laugh, raising the long sword in his hand again: "Whether you're alive or dead, I'll slash first and talk later!"
"Swish—"
Just as he was about to exert force, suddenly, a thick tree root whipped through the air like a lash!
"Bang!"
Zhou Qing didn't even have time to react; the sheer force whipped him across the Blood River, slamming heavily onto the rock wall on the opposite bank!
He heard the crisp sound of his rib breaking distinctly.
A fiery pain spread from his spine to his entire body, making his vision go dark, and his mouth involuntarily twitched.
