Li Yuanqing took a stride forward and stepped on the roots of a big tree. He flew into the air and sat on the crown of the tree. The tree shook its crown crazily, wanting to shake Li Yuanqing off, but it was useless.
Li Yuanqing stabbed the sword into the crown of the tree. The tree felt the pain and ran forward crazily. Li Yuanqing realized that wherever he moved the hilt of the sword, the tree would run in that direction. He drove the dark ancient tree and kept controlling it to move around the forest.
The trees behind him were intertwined, as if they were woven together. A very thick blanket surrounded him.