BANG! BANG! BANG!
While the group was fighting the monstrous tree, its energy field finally shattered under the relentless flames. The fire rapidly surged along the trunk and roots toward its main body.
Then, Chen Pingchuan witnessed a bizarre sight: strange patterns were emerging on the tree's roots. The patterns felt complex and arcane, like ancient symbols, twisting and writhing as if they were alive. They were arranged in a peculiar rhythm and had a deep, somber, violet-black color, as if corroded by some malevolent force. In the firelight, they flickered with an eerie luster.
At the same time, the patterns seemed to possess some sort of magic. Each curve radiated an invisible energy, like a sealed, mystical channel on the verge of unleashing terrifying power. The strangely bewitching sight was like a demon's smile, sending a chill down the spine. It felt as if a single touch would drag you into an endless, dark abyss—a place of eternal damnation.
