The Ancient Tree moved, stepping forward with its clumsy yet resolute strides toward Hell City. With every step it took, at least a thousand lives from the Hell Legion fell at the hands of the Zodiac Army. At this moment, the Ancient Tree resembled a massive porcupine, and the Zodiac Warriors were its sharp quills. Anyone daring to attack them would inevitably meet a fate of utter destruction.
Yan Xiaoyi suddenly let out a loud roar. At some point, he had already stood atop the shoulder of the Cyclops. Then, a layer of milky white radiance surged skyward, condensing into a glowing ball more than three meters in diameter in midair. Instantly, the light enveloped all the Zodiac Warriors below, including the Ancient Tree itself.
