Richard held the ancient god statue and quickly approached the rotten tree that had yet fully recovered.
Although the rotten tree already waved its branches, it only subconsciously defended itself and had not regained consciousness if one had to judge from its stiff posture.
The ruler of the abyss did not control the rotten tree either.
The dim light of the ancient god statue resisted the corrosion of the decaying authority.
Not only did the power not dissipate, but it became even hotter.
Desire…The ancient god statue was like a hungry shark that smelled blood.
It was restless.
Richard flew over slowly. The sand around him would quickly decay and crumble once it left the range of the light.
It was as if nothing could last long in the decaying authority.
That was the power of laws that robbed time.
The closer he got to the rotten tree, the more he could sense how terrifying the pressure was.
