Bab 485: Chapter 286 The Art of Flame River_2

"We're here." Facing the tree core, Ange sent out a thought.

"I've located the big bug. It seems to be immune to my attacks. Help me kill it. It's eaten so many things. My forest is being devoured. Save the forest," proclaimed the God of Life.

Listening to the God of Life's rambling words, Gailard and Aistolia looked at each other. They had never seen the God of Life behave so human-like before. The God of Life they knew was everywhere like the spring breeze, but never so close to them before.

Kael'danil sighed quietly to himself: As expected, in the heart of the God of Life, we are no different than birds, animals, and plants. So the idea that 'the World Tree belongs to the elves' is merely our own fantasy.

Nobody had time to deal with the feelings of loss in the hearts of the elves. After pinpointing the position of the Insect God, Ange put Negris back, summoned his Soul Armor, and was about to rush outside.

"Wait, I'll go with you," Gailard said.