Unlike when Yuan Ming previously attacked with his Magic Treasure, this Golden Crow Arrow pierced through the dark old tree's trunk with ease, half of the arrow's shaft penetrating the tree.
"Aaah..."
The Old Black Tree, controlled by the All Living Beings' Dream Rune, suddenly came to its senses, its ancient human face emitting a miserable and low moan as countless black vines wildly danced upward, thrusting towards Yuan Ming.
At the same time, white mist once again streamed from its eyes, staring straight at Yuan Ming.
The golden divine bow in Yuan Ming's hand gradually turned into specks of starlight and dissipated, leaving only a charred, crimson wound in his palm. Despite the pain, he didn't mind, quickly casting a spell and once again activating the All Living Beings' Dream Rune.
But the moment his gaze met with the old tree's, that feeling of being struck by a giant bell suddenly hit him again.
