Li Xiang pulled the bowstring to its maximum. His gaze seemed to travel through time and space, passing through the dense fog and locking onto the Soul-devouring Tree.
The Soul-devouring Mother Tree seemed to feel a significant threat, and the forest began swaying.
Countless black branches extended out, blocking the surroundings of the Soul-devouring Mother Tree.
Countless layers of branches wrapped the entire Soul-devouring Mother Tree, protecting it.
Li Xiang's expression did not change, and the arrow in his hand suddenly disappeared.
Swish!
The arrow turned into a streak of golden light and darted out.
He could continuously hear strange puffing sounds piercing through the obstruction of countless branches. After penetrating layers of defense, the arrow shot through the mother tree's buck.
Swoosh!
A layer of frost-white color spread out from the point where the arrow hit.
Hiss!
