"This Divine Wood Root, I am destined to take it away. However, if you can offer me conditions that satisfy me, I can grant you a sliver of hope for survival without any issues.
Hmm, on this point, I can assure you, as long as you provide me with satisfactory terms, I can make a Divine Soul Oath." Ye Zhen considered and said.
"Just a sliver of hope?"
"That's right!"
Silence, after a word, there was dead silence, as if the thirteen Ancient Giant Spirit Tree Demons were using silence to confront Ye Zhen's harsh conditions.
It also seemed like they were... gambling.
But the problem was, Ye Zhen had run out of patience.
A fierce glint flashed in his eyes as the Spirit Blade directly sliced toward the crystalline, gem-like Divine Wood Root in front of him.
