At this moment in Wang Liang's world, Jiang Xiaobai stared in disbelief at the expressionless eyes of the third elder of the Yan Heavenly Clan.
"You Yan Heavenly Clan haven't even started your plan, was there really a need for such a desperate battle?"
"We're just struggling to survive today, not saying we can't make it through our entire lives!"
"Is it necessary?"
"The Yan Heavenly Clan has no way out, Jiang Xiaobai, rest in peace. We've also had our struggle, and your recent statements have indeed benefited me. Rest assured, I will grant you a dignified death."
The third elder spoke and nodded.
The power of the ancestral tree fully erupted, crazily rushing towards the seven-treasure Pagoda wrapped in roots.
It was about to completely shatter the outer layer of the Pagoda's path!
Fortunately, some small gourds were stationed and had sensed the ancestral tree's imminent rampage; they began to absorb all the power immediately.