Without a doubt, the age of these Saint's Wood trees is considerably ancient, far surpassing those seen earlier, with auspicious clouds steaming, like thousands of divine rainbows converging here.
The average Saint's Wood is only one foot tall, but these are over a person tall, with bark resembling dragon scales, branches winding, each tree unique, leaves carved like jade, swaying with sacred radiance.
"Swoosh!"
A golden thread flew over, swift as electricity, causing the void to blur and distort.
Clang!
He raised his hand and swatted at it, sparks flying between his fingers. It was a Golden Elixir, only thumb-length, but extremely hard, capable of piercing an average True God.
Shi Hao frowned. There were many such insects, and he saw quite a few on the Saint's Wood.
However, the Emperor Butterfly need not worry here, though he felt uneasy, as the area was too calm, hinting at danger!
