Han Zheng's judgment was not mistaken; he wasn't taking a gamble, he was nearly certain that only if he got close could there be hope of slaying the Mountain God.
Moreover, it seemed that Han Zheng had inadvertently disrupted the Mountain God's cultivation, causing the Pill Furnace beneath it to fail and igniting half of its body.
Those girls who had been assimilated by it had their three souls and seven spirits trapped by the Mountain God, unable to transcend after death.
Now, as soon as Han Zheng severed a single root, it would be devoured by the vengeful spirits it had trapped.
"Don't kill me! I am a Great Demon under the command of the Black Mountain Demon King, If you kill me, the Black Mountain Demon King will pursue you relentlessly until death!"
The tree deity, weakened, roared, but its voice was no longer as arrogant as before, but rather tinged with a hint of panic.
"So, even you demons are afraid of death."
Han Zheng scoffed disdainfully.
