"It's not too late!"
Pandora's eyes fixed, she shouted loudly, "Everyone move aside, let me teach him a lesson, teach this troublemaking tree a lesson—this is a task specifically assigned to me by Richard, you can't take over!"
As she spoke, Pandora stomped the ground with her foot, causing it to sink slightly. Like an out-of-control locomotive, she rushed toward the Tin Wood in the large pit at high speed.
The Eight-Armed Skeleton watched and silently retreated to drag the Witch Demon Elder along, avoiding any possible repercussions.
Tin Wood stared at Pandora, both shocked and frightened, and shouted, "Hey, you can't do this, I've already surrendered, you can't... ah!"
Mid-sentence, Tin Wood's voice turned into a scream of agony.
When Pandora was still more than twenty meters away from Tin Wood, she suddenly leapt into the air, reaching more than ten meters high. Then she fell heavily, swinging her fist like a meteor, smashing down on Tin Wood's almost hive-like trunk.
