Another person got a torch from somewhere, and just threw cotton wool on it and the torch started to burn.
The Wood Spirits' means of attack basically rely on flowers, plants, and trees, which are the most afraid of fire.
Once you are set on fire, not only will you be unable to hurt the enemy, but you will also be in danger.
Seeing that the vine was about to reach the two of them, Cheng Miao frowned and quickly retracted the vine.
There was no way they could fight anymore, so their only option now was to escape.
The person over there obviously knew his plan, but did not intend to stop them. Instead, he said, "If the Holy Tree still wants you, then stay here obediently."
As he spoke, the torch moved a little closer to the sacred tree.
"Don't touch the sacred tree!"
Elder Whitebeard's fingers trembled with anger as he pointed at the two of them and scolded them harshly.
"Okay, then you just hand over the Jiwang Fruit honestly."
"Okay, I'll give it to you. As long as you don't harm the sacred tree, I'll give you whatever you want."
Cheng Miao was shocked and quickly stopped him: "Grandpa, don't give it to them."
"You will die. What will I do if you die?"
The boy who had always been cold and taciturn finally revealed his vulnerable side.
His eyes had turned red at some point, and he shook his head desperately: "Grandpa, please, just think of it as doing this for me, okay?"
The white-bearded elder sighed deeply, tears welling in his eyes: "Child, the sacred tree cannot be destroyed."
"I know, but Grandpa, I just want you to live well!"
"Well, I'll help you give birth to your share. Please don't use your strength, okay?"
But if he does as Cheng Miao says, how many will he have left in the end?
Such a young Elf King is even two years younger than Xiong Jiaojiao.
His future prospects are limitless, so how could Elder Whitebeard be willing to let him make such a great sacrifice?
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