Every branch of the Zhuhong fruit tree appeared as if it were forged from steel. When pulled through the air, it emitted a fierce sound. Under such an assault, even a martial artist in the Visceral Tempering realm would be reduced to a pulp in an instant.
Yet, Bacca only shielded his head and charged straight ahead. He cared not if he struck its head or assaulted the branches elsewhere; Bacca was undeterred.
"Sigh, that's enough. I merely seek a single fruit, not to uproot you. Must you persist like this?"
Perhaps due to the pain, Bacca finally couldn't help but shout at the Zhuhong fruit tree. However, the tree responded with an even more intense flurry of strikes.
At this juncture, the gap between them was five meters. They were completely within the Zhuhong fruit tree's central attack zone. The attacks here were so frequent that they made one's scalp tingle.
