The roots of the World Tree were exceedingly domineering, piercing through the sky of the Underworld without pause, still fiercely piercing downwards, crossing tens of thousands of meters and directly plunging into the ground.
Standing on the root of the World Tree, the Elf Grand Mage was transported directly to the ground, and the endless Elf army behind him marched down, not only well-equipped but also well-trained, quickly setting up defenses facing the direction of the second region.
From afar came the maddening roars of monsters and the earth-shaking sound of an advancing army.
A great battle was on the verge of breaking out, yet this Elf Mage calmly walked up to Lin Rui, reached out his hand, and said indifferently, "Hand over the Eye of Light to me, and I can assure you will not die."
Lin Rui glanced at the root of the World Tree and said leisurely, "Your assurance for my survival is to take me smeared with mud escaping on the roots of the World Tree?"
