All kinds of thoughts emerged in Li Hao's mind.
Had a tree always been protecting this place?
Even after it died, it used its remaining energy to give birth to a small tree to continue guarding this place. However, the small tree seemed to be dying.
Li Hao was even more curious about the ancient civilization.
In this era, both humans and demons seemed to have a unique power of faith. For example, the tree in front of him was dying, but it still carried out its faith and orders.
Li Hao thought to himself, does this tree have the water of the spring of life?
It was said that the water of the spring of life was born from these tree demons, but it seemed that it needed to absorb a lot of energy to form it.
The divine power stones that were buried might be the last reserves.
In such a situation, he still dared to produce the spring of life?
Do you want to die?
So ... It was possible that there was no such thing.
