Chương 1036: 528 The Gift of White Bird Sacred Fist (4000)

Crackle and pop... Crackle and pop...

Under the vault of heaven, upon the earth, the giant sky-reaching tree, formidable like a mountain range, shook violently as if it were a dying person's mournful struggle. Bark, branches, and leaves, all were shedding, turning into vast swaths of white ash in the wind as if a heavy snowfall had descended.

Whoosh... Whoosh... Whoosh...

The gale fueled by the flames roared past, and the moment it touched the Pale Origin's tree crown, it caused large sections of the branches to collapse. The once unimaginably robust body now seemed like quicksand. With a gust, it was easily swept away, scattering in all directions, reaching every corner.

"ROAR!!!!!"

The roar of the Pale Origin shook the heavens and the earth, trembled the sky.

But the two Saint Fists facing it showed no fear, no mercy.