A towering mulberry tree floated in midair. Beautiful green divine light glowed on each jade-like leaf of the tree and shone on the ground, which was wounded by Xiang Liu.
Streams of poisonous gas were purified by the light, while the odor was dispelled slowly. The air became refreshing again. The large dent on the ground, which was created by the poison, stopped expanding. Tens of Magi with the power of earth stood around the dent, incanting a spell and sending out strong streams of earth power. Under the effect of this, soil, stones and sand began moving and filling up the dent.
A wrinkled face showed faintly on the hundreds of miles thick mulberry tree trunk.
This especially old treeman sighed slightly and complained in a low voice while dispelling the poison left by Xiang Liu, "Young people nowadays are all so impatient and hot-tempered, hot tempered…Eh, with so much strength to fight, why don’t you go back to your wives and make more kids?"