Zilian snapped out her stupor and began playing the jade flute again, and all of the immobile spiritual beasts started launching attacks at Little Tree.
Little Tree's face was dark from anger. He brandished his meaty arms and extended his palms toward the sky. With a bang, countless vines shot out of the ground and instantly wound around the beasts' legs, dangling them in the air.
It was not over yet…
How could hanging them up in the air be enough to pacify the fury in Little Tree? Hence, he allowed more vines to creep out and turned them into a long whip, mercilessly whipping those spiritual beasts.
Silence… The entire world drowned in silence.
Zilian's hand loosened from fright, and the jade flute fell on the ground. Her face was ashen white as she fearfully stared at the smug Little Tree.
