In the boundless void, a tree crown holds up the sky. A giant tree with roots rooted in the deep abyss stands tall. Its silver-gray branches stretch out, but no leaves are visible.
The withered yellow torrent without a trace of vitality is like water bursting from a dike and hitting the void. The gleaming light shines, and the lines outlined are like pieces of silver-gray leaves.
This was the best line of defense against the torrent, but at this moment, a gray gel substance precipitated from the outside of the void. It seemed to be attracted and stuck to the outside of the void, and immediately merged with it.
The size increased a little bit as a result.
This may be a good thing, but as the size of the void expands, some silver-gray leaves begin to emerge from the void. The World Tree of the Void begins to appear. What will happen when these means of protecting the void are exposed to the naked eye?
The answer is that the nearly endless withered yellow bugs form a curtain that can bring about the end, and the entire thing is printed on the World Tree!
And these leaves exposed to the void can no longer resist this torrent of creatures called world-devouring insects. Many defense holes appeared under the first wave of offensive!
The raindrops passed through the gaps in the leaves and penetrated into the canopy. Just as they were about to enter the void, they were bitten to death by some silver-gray beetles on the tree. The silver-gray mystery mist spread from the World Tree and began to move towards the inner wall of the void.
Coverage, but ultimately a bit slower.
A few seemingly few world-devouring insects burrowed into the nearby world, completely ignoring the world's defenses. The next moment after their tails entered, the world that exuded a faint brilliance instantly turned yellow.
This is a contest between the world and the torrent. The seemingly small world-devouring insect contains a large amount of torrent gravel. If the world can swallow it, then the world will grow because of it. But if it cannot, then the world will become a torrent.
arsenal.
Wow~
The turbid black seawater gushes out from nowhere, and an old man with a withered figure holds a harpoon and quietly walks among the insects.
The next moment, those world-devouring insects swarming into the void stopped moving. They spit out the torrent of gravel in their bodies, invisible energy pathways emerged, and the terrifying power of summoning instantly penetrated the inside and outside of the void!
The old man squeezed the harpoon in his hand and muttered: What a big fish!
The old man looked up at the void, and he felt a long-lost power return. This was the power that once belonged to him, but after he flew one-tenth of the void away, he lost this power. And now, this power has returned.
, and not a single moment has passed in the endless years, and it has even become stronger under the active nourishment of this void.
The torrent of gravel melted and aggregated, but the old man did not take the opportunity to take action. This was the result of a severe trade-off. If he attacked now, he would definitely be able to injure this terminal-level torrent creature, but rather than killing it, he would have to wait for a while.
It's not troublesome.
Two days passed and the old man couldn't bear it any longer.
The old man's dark face was covered with ravines, and after some resentment, it already had an aura that could make a child cry at night. Just when the old man was about to kill directly from inside the void to outside the void, a loud bang resounded through the void,
Immediately afterwards, a corpse of a half-human, half-dragon creature flew out of the withered yellow teleportation array, and was picked up on the harpoon by the old man with a pop.
"Take care of the Yuan clan, this is the interest."
The old man pressed his palms like dead tree roots against the creature's head, and the light yellow liquid poured into the old man's body, seeming to add a little life to him.
After a long time, the old man looked out of the void, and the groove on his face seemed to be smiling, "Source of Law, you are still a little too slow."
The withered yellow dispersed, and the first wave of the torrent's offensive was blocked.
The black sea surged in the void, and the old man stepped on the waves and walked away. The silver-gray leaves were exposed in the void, as if the wind of the void was blowing, and the leaves rustled.
There are a group of old people like those who entered the tower in the void. The answer is very pure and simple.