Wei Xiao Bei had now found himself in the most dangerous situation he had ever encountered since entering The Dust World.
However, his previous battle with one of the roots had already left him dripping with sweat. He had expended so much energy that both his arms were already trembling, how could he fight two more tree roots?
In this world, accidents were inevitable, especially in The Dust World.
Unnoticed by Wei Xiao Bei, the cut off root had been sent flying into the mist.
Immediately, waves of vapor started to generate, spreading on all sides.
Something strange was happening to the mist. The mist that had spread all around had gradually condensed, becoming a white horse made from mist.
Wei Xiao Bei, however, had not noticed the changes to the mist. He was only waiting for the tree roots to arrive before he could sweep towards them.
Ping! The sound of colliding wood and metal echoed again and again.