In the central region of Weiyang, outside the Dark River, the Dark Clan Army was engaged in battle with the Alliance of the Weiyang clan. The sounds of battle filled the air. There were countless divine abilities, and the ripples of dao techniques spread in all directions.
At that moment, as Wang Baole lifted his feet and landed, Di Shan, Daoist Yang, the ancestor of the Demon Eye clan, and the spirit burial from the dark sect, who were on the battlefield, were all shaken. They all looked over.
Compared to the three from the Weiyang clan, the spirit burial felt even more intense. That was because... his true form was a spirit burial tree, and the tree was a plant. It was one of the Wood Dao.
Even though Wang Baole’s Wood Dao only enveloped the left dao sacred zone, as the Dao essence spread before it arrived, the spirit burial still felt an intense suppression and mental turmoil.
