Surrender?
Well, that's not entirely out of the question.
How about we all sit down and have a proper discussion?
Surrendering is surrendering, but for sothing as significant as this, there should indeed be so sort of protocol, shouldn't there?
Let's take it step by step.
For instance, to whom should the sacred tree sapling be surrendered? The Wood tribe? The Soul tribe? Or maybe the Root tribe?
Doesn't the Leaf tribe deserve a say in this matter? Shouldn't you try to garner the support of the Leaf tribe?
Or perhaps the three major tribes should have a preliminary discussion? Or would you prefer settling it with a brawl?
Fang Heng seed to think that with a bit more persuasion, he could at least delay things for another half an hour. Unfortunately, he completely blew it, thanks to Vannes, that infatuated fool!
And now, both sides are back in the heat of battle!
Fang Heng quickly retreated to the sidelines, looking for an opportunity to strike.
Nothing else for it but to seize the chance! Fang Heng swiftly scanned the crowd of Leaf tribe attackers, focusing his gaze on an old man from the Root tribe.
Hers!
Elder Hers was already aged, and his strength had declined significantly. Moreover, he was not skilled in close combat and had been staying in the rear, continuously releasing skills to aid in the disturbance.
Among all the Elder-level tree spirits, Hers's lifeblood ripples are the weakest!
He's the one!
Fang Heng's pupils instantly flashed with a red light.
Elder Hers was aware of his own capabilities. In recent years, his strength had diminished greatly. This ti, he only ca along for the ride, so he never truly entered the battlefield.
He was just condensing spells behind his back, preparing for a sneak attack when suddenly his pupils contracted, feeling his heart beating violently out of control.
Huh?
What's going on?
Hers suddenly felt a stimulus, and the spell in his hand suddenly beca uncontrollable. His face turned pale in an instant.
Before he could catch his breath, he felt his blood flowing faster with each heartbeat!
"Urgh!!!"
Hers retched, spitting out a mouthful of blood!
Huh?
Vannes was entangled with the tree spirits, keenly sensing Hers's anomaly.
He seed to be under a ntal attack.
That old scher!
He was sneaky!
Always hiding in the back causing trouble.
Vannes harbored great resentnt towards Hers.
Seeing this, Vannes seized the opportunity, enduring a few attacks from the tree spirit elders, and swiftly arrived in front of Hers. He punched forward fiercely, slamming heavily into Hers's face.
"Bang!"
Hers was still trying to stabilize his lifeblood when he saw a figure flash before his eyes. He couldn't even defend himself properly before Vannes's fist struck, sending him crashing heavily into the wall behind.
"Boom!!!"
"Elder!"
Several Root tribe mbers imdiately rushed forward to support him.
Fang Heng once again secretly applied the Boiling Blood effect to the elder from a distance!
Hers's blood boiled and surged once again!
He had just been severely beaten by Vannes, sustaining significant injuries, but these external wounds were nothing compared to the terrifying anomaly of his boiling blood within.
Even scarier was that he didn't know the source of this anomaly!
What on earth was going on?
Hers was filled with uncertainty.
This doesn't seem like the Leaf tribe's usual tactics!
Amidst the astonishnt, Hers covered his mouth and nose, coughing incessantly.
Besides Hers, two of his kin looked on with a mixture of fear and concern.
Blood seeped from Hers' features, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.
"Just took down one..."
Not far away, Fang Heng silently comnded himself.
The tree spirit team, seeing their elder Hers gravely injured, unaware of Fang Heng's ddling, rushed forward to assist.
Tippy frowned, "Quick, take the elder to rest."
"Yes!"
Several Root tribe guards imdiately escorted Hers away from the battlefield.
Unfortunately.
Watching Hers gradually disappear from view, Fang Heng inwardly lanted.
If only Vannes could continue to distract that old man for a while longer, perhaps there would be a chance to eliminate him completely!
But alas.
Vannes and his companions were greatly outnumbered by the elder tree spirits they were facing. Their endurance up to this point was already comndable.
No!
This was too good an opportunity to pass up—a tree spirit elder!
After a mont's consideration, Fang Heng couldn't resist!
Defeating a tree spirit elder typically yielded a few rainbow crystals.
Only four crystals short of advancing to Grade 1!
Who knows, there might be so other surprises in store?
With a flicker of determination, Fang Heng quietly slipped into the secondary space projection, disappearing from view.
...
"Elder, are you alright?"
Under the support of several guards, Elder Hers temporarily left the Temple of Incantation and arrived at the Root tribe's temporary camp outside the temple. He sat down to rest under a large tree at the entrance.
Hers felt the abnormal rush of blood within his body subside slightly.
He found it strange.
What was happening to him?
Was it because he was getting old? After not engaging in combat for a long ti, suddenly he fought, and his body couldn't handle it?
Was it really possible to have such an abnormal reaction?
Fortunately, shortly after leaving the temple, the abnormal acceleration of blood flow disappeared.
"I just need to rest for a mont."
Hers waved his hand, preparing to ditate in place.
Just monts after being blasted by Vannes, a huge black mark on his chest still faintly ached.
As Hers sat down to ditate, Fang Heng stepped out from a distant secondary space projection, lurking beneath the dense trees.
Heh heh... Trying to escape?
Having followed Hers all the way here, Fang Heng finally found his chance!
There weren't many root tribe guards nearby. Fang Heng maintained a safe distance from the tree spirit tribe mbers and activated the Vampire King bloodline within Hers once more!
"Whoosh!"
Hers' pupils suddenly contracted!
He was concentrating on recovering when suddenly, the sensation of blood rushing through his body returned!
What was happening?
The boiling blood reaction was even more intense than before!
Whoosh!
Suddenly, Hers realized sothing, turning his head sharply to stare at the direction where Fang Heng was hiding.
There was sothing there!
Was he influenced by that thing!?
Hers tried to shout for help, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his chest surged violently, and he couldn't help but spew out a mouthful of blood!
"Blagh!"
"Elder!"
The surrounding root tribe guards had no idea what was happening. They only saw Hers suddenly spewing blood again and imdiately rushed forward to investigate.
"Elder, how are you!"
Hers felt his blood boiling rapidly, to the point where he couldn't even speak. He had to forcefully suppress the surging blood within him, reaching out his hand, wanting to point to Fang Heng's location.
Under the gaze of everyone, Hers slowly raised his trembling hand, pointing backward.
The tree spirit tribe mbers looked in the direction Hers pointed.
But all they could see was a dense thicket, with no sign of anything else.
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