"The tree itself has a certain living characteristic, which is equivalent to a mythical treant who has not really given birth to wisdom."

Without hesitation, Lumian put his left hand inward, pierced through the red flame cloak and the robe composed of flesh and blood, and pulled out the silver-black short knife with layers of evil patterns.

He bent down slightly, and with the flowing crimson flames, he ran towards the trunk of the "Tree of Shadows" like a cheetah, jumping continuously on the way, avoiding the cracked gaps and blooming giant flowers.