It was a fiery horse with black fur, tall and majestic. The general on the horse was in golden armor. The spear in his hand was powerful enough to destroy the entire world.
Elder Tree was still waiting for the treasure to recognize him as its master. Not until the spear fell did he realize there was something wrong, since he didn't understand what the general had said.
"This is bad!"
He knew the situation was critical, no matter how oblivious he was, so he stepped back in a hurry.
However, the spear, which seemed able to even pierce into space, was thrown down with a tremendous rainbow radiance.
Elder Tree had nowhere to escape to. Sensing the emergency, he called the flying sword to protect him from the spear.
Pah!
The flying sword hit the spear's tip and smashed into pieces immediately. Elder Tree flew back and crashed to the ground four or five yards away. The impact made a big hole in the ground.
"Young master, run…"