Zheng Cheng arrived at the site where the ancient trees were calling for help, and what he saw was a forest on the verge of riot.
Dozens of giant trees, reaching up to thirty or forty meters, were brandishing their vines and roots, continuously strangulating the lizard-men, jackal werewolves, and spiderfolk charging from the ground.
The ground was covered with blood and bodies, almost staining the entire forest.
Within this chaotic crowd, the silhouettes of dozens of bat-men and spiderfolk stood out conspicuously!
Some were flying with their wings spread, their mouths wide open, as eerie ripples emitted from them and exploded upon contact with the great trees, turning into a sky full of tree splinters.
Others spat out nearly invisible silk threads, pulling their own forms rapidly through the forest.
The vines and roots swung by the great trees posed no threat to them at all.
Some of the vines would suddenly snap when trying to attack within about a meter of their forms.