The speed at which the Divine Tree devoured was astonishingly fast; in no time, Hao Datong had already transformed into a skin-and-bones figure, looking just like the refugees of the Black Continent, emaciated with sunken eyes.
His originally handsome and charming self now resembled a skeleton frame.
At this moment, Hao Datong finally succeeded in soul splitting.
When he opened his eyes and looked around, he immediately sensed his current state.
However, he seemed not too surprised, as if he found it perfectly natural.
Hao Datong weakly chuckled, appearing confident and determined.
"Divine Tree, your speed is still too slow. If you could have devoured me to death before I completed soul splitting, you definitely would have succeeded."
"But now, you have no chance."
As Hao Datong spoke, a wave of phantom-like soul energy surged toward the Divine Tree.
This wave of soul energy was not strong and lacked significant aggressiveness.
