"Maybe I should just head back and start meditating," Wang Xiaoyi, holding the bizarre Zhu Fruit, couldn't wait.
"What's the rush?"
Zhou Dao glared at him and continued walking.
After a moment, the fog ahead gradually thinned, and a towering tree materialized before them, its dense roots seeming to have burrowed into the mountain itself, becoming one with Desolate Mountain.
From its outstretched branches appeared to hang human figures, like wind-dried cured meat.
These figures shriveled, their skin and flesh collapsing inward until they eventually became vermilion fruits.
"Holy shit!!!"
Wang Xiaoyi's face changed drastically, feeling his scalp tingle with numbness. His palm clenched tightly, the Zhu Fruit in his hand suddenly burst, spilling juice that splattered like fresh blood.
"What the fuck is this shit?" Wang Xiaoyi cursed aloud.
Bang bang bang...