"It's time for reckoning. What's owed to me will always have to be repaid!"
The sun had already set, and there were no infected people near the small square. The ghost tree, with its human skin, still stood a hundred meters tall, releasing a suffocating aura.
It seemed to sense that Yang Shen was still nearby, and it could still feel the danger.
Before long, Yang Shen once again approached within 500 meters of the small square.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
The human-skin ghost tree sensed an even greater threat than before and took the initiative to attack.
More than a dozen branches shot out like lightning, piercing through hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye, and wrapping around Yang Shen.
Yang Shen hurriedly brandished his Tang straight sword, the blade flashing in a continuous barrage.
"Clang clang clang..."
Amidst the flying sparks, Yang Shen surprisingly felt immense resistance.
However, Tang Zhidao did not disappoint him, cutting off all the nearby branches.
The ghost tree, seemingly frightened, hurriedly retracted its branches.
Yang Shen, however, would not give up and continued forward.
As if it possessed intelligence, the human-skin ghost tree suddenly released its aura, attempting to intimidate Yang Shen and scare him away.
"What you owe me, you will eventually have to pay back. If you have any sense, submit to me, and perhaps I will spare your life!" Yang Shen said expressionlessly as he continued to walk forward.
"Death...die..."
Faintly, Yang Shen seemed to hear an angry roar, the voice resounding directly in his mind, like a transmission of mental energy.
Indeed, he sensed a mental fluctuation, the source of which was the human-skin ghost tree.
"You've even evolved mental power? Looks like you do have intelligence. Submit to me!" Yang Shen said.
"die!!"
The human-skin ghost tree was completely enraged and suddenly shot out dozens of branches.
Those branches moved with lightning speed, traversing hundreds of meters, piercing or entwining, attacking Yang Shen.
"Since you're courting death, you can't blame me!"
Yang Shen pushed off with his feet, his body shooting out like a cannonball, while simultaneously wielding his Tang straight sword, slashing at the branches.
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