C457 Green wood block

A gentle breeze blew past from the surroundings, lifting Xuan Chen's hair. At the same time, the current situation had been broken, and the Ancient Sly Tree was moving once again.

Rustle, rustle, rustle!

The wooden fibers in the hole that Xuan Chen had cut into surged, wrapping around the White Feather Sword. Gradually, dozens of roots grew out from it