The body of the Demon Lord of Withered Wood went limp, his Elixir Core's magic stagnated, and he lost consciousness as his vision went black.
A rather stout demonic branch pierced through his body, instantly draining his blood and essence.
It took only a few breaths of time.
The Demon Lord of Withered Wood turned into a desiccated corpse, tightly bound by that stout demonic branch.
Shen Xuan shook his head.
What he saw before his eyes was like a scene from hell.
He felt not a shred of grief for the demise of the Demon Lord of Withered Wood.
In this manner, Fellow Daoist Cui Yun would be even less inclined to turn against him.
Mu Ling'Er was much safer.
"Fellow Daoist Profound Ice, you help me hold off this demon tree, and after picking the Dragon Bone Fruit, I'll give you half!"
Fellow Daoist Cui Yun said through gritted teeth.
He struggled quite a bit in his skirmish with the main branches of the demon tree.
He had no choice but to up the stakes.
