Looking at Zuo Xiaoluo, Thirteen smiled darkly.
"I admit you do have some talent, but that's all there is to it."
"The power of Lord Nether Tree is beyond imagination."
After speaking, he glanced at the giant tree behind him, a resolute look on his face.
Thirteen turned around and plunged into the black giant tree, finally standing atop its crown. His body gradually became rigid, and black bark appeared on him—not only on his skin but on his face. Even his internal organs underwent immense changes at this moment.
The blood throughout his body stopped flowing, gradually transforming into wooden vine-like branches.
Then his heart stopped beating, and his once crimson heart was replaced by wood.
In the end, he stood like a withered Tree Person on the giant tree, lifeless.
Thirteen spread his arms wide, quietly waiting.
Starting from the base of the giant tree, layer by layer began to explode.
The fragments, like wood chips, floated in the air, gradually forming a black cage.
