"Red, what's wrong?" Blaze Regret immediately noticed Red's unusual behavior.
Red let out a soft whine, its nose twitching as it stared intently in the direction of the northeast corner. As soon as it opened its mouth, drool began to pour out like a waterfall.
Following Red's gaze, Blaze Regret looked in that direction.
Close to the center of the battlefield, the leaders of both factions were still locked in a fierce, evenly matched battle. This time, however, Blaze Regret's focus shifted from them to the surrounding environment.
Soon, his gaze fixed on a small tree.
The tree was within the range of the Spirit Beast leaders' battle, but upon closer inspection, it became apparent that they instinctively avoided the tree while attacking.
"A willow tree?"
