"Hmph!" A cold snort came from the black tree.
As soon as the old man's figure left the treetop, he was entangled by countless roots and finally tied back to the treetop.
As the black tree quickly recovered, the old man was imprisoned again.
"Fellow Daoist Fu! Hurry up and leave! Only by communicating with the upper world can we save the world!"
The old man released the last of his Dharma power. Black and two-colored Law fluctuations soared into the sky. A large number of roots vaporized under the fluctuation of the Law Power and instantly disappeared without a trace.
A large number of cultivators whose bodies were pierced by the roots escaped.
At this moment, a middle-aged man in a purple robe landed from the clouds. He looked at the old man who had been completely devoured by the tree crown and gritted his teeth before riding his flying sword to escape.
