After what the Artifact Spirit had said, it became clear that this Ghost Demon was a rare, special entity—one scarcely seen even in ten thousand years. No wonder its methods were so unpredictable and deceitful.
But how could such a Wraith be born from the World Tree? Tu Xiao'an frowned in thought. If the World Tree Ruins could birth a monster like the Ghost Demon, just how terrifying were these ruins? It was an all-encompassing abyss. When the next World Tree Fruit fell, what kind of horrifying monster would emerge?
For the first time since arriving in City B, Tu Xiao'an felt a sense of pessimism. The waters in City B were too deep, and the ruins were truly terrifying. His strength was growing, but the things he encountered were also exceeding his imagination.
"Ghost Demon, tell me what's going on with the World Tree Ruins," Tu Xiao'an demanded.
