You want me to play the Foehn wind? Are you kidding me?

Huanlong's voice enveloped everyone.

"General Jingyuan, you have chosen the most direct path. I admire your courage... but unfortunately, it is also the path most likely to lead to your demise."

Jing Yuan did not stop.

His steps remained steady, with the Stone Fire Dream in his hand, golden arcs of electricity leaping around him.

"Huanlong, aren't you tired of saying all this while hiding inside Jianmu?"

Huanlong let out a low laugh.

"Hiding? General Jingyuan, that's not quite accurate. I'm not hiding inside the Jianmu tree!"

Her voice suddenly became extremely close, as if she were speaking right next to everyone's ear.

"I am Jianmu."

Dan Heng paused for a moment.

Huanlong's voice rang out again, this time with a hint of lingering amusement in her tone.

"Do you know? Whether it's Suiyang or Jianmu, they are essentially doing the same thing..."

"Find a container big enough, put yourself in it. I helped the Jianmu find the container it wanted, and the Jianmu helped me find the container I wanted. We each got what we needed. How fair!"

Feixiao's voice suddenly came from behind, through an invisible barrier, carrying a kind of impatient penetrating force.

"Jingyuan, what are you babbling about in there? If you're going to fight, then fight already!"

Jing Yuan did not answer.

He glanced at Dan Heng, then turned his head slightly and called out to the back.

Give me half a cup of tea.

Feixiao did not reply.

But then came a buzzing sound, the kind that comes with a flash of silver light, followed by the snapping sound of roots being neatly cut.

Feixiao and his men have already started making their move outside.

A hazy laugh echoed through the veins of the Jianmu tree.

"Half a cup of tea? General Jingyuan, aren't you giving yourself too little time?"

"Quite a few."

Jing Yuan finally stopped.

He stood three zhang in front of the high platform, with Shi Huomeng's body held horizontally in front of him, golden arcs of electricity spreading from the blade.

On March 7th, two steps behind him, the bow was fully drawn, and the icy blue arrow was poised to strike.

Xing held a baseball bat in his left hand and a flame gun in his right hand across his chest.

Walter raised his hand and took out the Star of Eden, ready to make a move at any moment.

Dan Heng stood beside Jing Yuan.

The light and mist ahead began to surge.

The dark green light that had been flowing gently suddenly became turbulent.

The ground began to shake violently, and March 7th had to lower his center of gravity to keep his balance.

Immediately afterwards, a huge figure appeared.

Huanlong looked down at the tiny figures below and tilted her head slightly.

"General Jingyuan, your courage to come to me in person is truly commendable."

Her voice came from that enormous body.

But as she spoke, her right hand was already raised.

Without any warning, without any build-up of power.

Five thick fingers suddenly spread open.

The ground exploded.

(P.S.: I won't write it according to the game, there are too few skills in the game.)

Countless roots erupted simultaneously from beneath Dan Heng and Jing Yuan's feet, moving so fast that their trajectories were almost invisible.

They attacked from all directions simultaneously, leaving no blind spots.

Dan Heng's reaction was not slow.

He took out the Strike Cloud Spear, turned the tip of the spear, and swept across with a blue light, severing the three roots that were attacking from the front. However, more roots surged in from the side and the back at the same time.

He was forced to take half a step back.

The ice arrows shot out on March 7th froze a patch of roots, but the ice was quickly broken by the newly grown roots.

Star's bat broke off one of her tentacles, but another had already wrapped around her ankle.

Moreover, more and more roots are piling up layer upon layer, growing taller and taller, forming a cage to cover them all.

Jing Yuan's divine illusory image rose from behind him, and a golden giant blade swept across, cutting a gap in the root barrier surrounding them.

But the wound was quickly filled by new roots in the blink of an eye.

fast.

Huanlong simply raised her hand slightly, maintaining that open posture.

"Hey, why are you all working so hard?"

Her voice carried just the right amount of doubt.

"I never intended for you to leave here alive. Wouldn't it be better for everyone if you just accepted your fate sooner?"

Danheng burst out from the pile of severed roots, and Chongyuan Pearl transformed into a water dragon that rushed towards Huanlong.

But Huanlong only slightly shifted her body, and the water dragon slid past her shoulder. Although it touched her, it only left a barely perceptible crack.

The crack healed in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace.

"The immortal dragonborn."

Huanlong looked down at him, a hint of pity flashing in the dark green flames in his eyes.

"Your shot was much slower than in your previous life."

(Dialogue from the PV "Xuanhuang" - Huanlong knows that Danheng's past life was Danfeng)

Huanlong swung his hand back.

A huge root swept across from the side, and Dan Heng didn't have time to completely dodge it, so he could only block it with the shaft of his spear.

Dan Heng was pushed ten zhang away.

He knelt down on one knee to steady himself, his hand holding the gun trembling slightly.

Huanlong did not give chase.

Her gaze slowly swept across each person's face.

"Ladies and gentlemen, to be honest, I'm quite disappointed."

Her voice carried a genuine sense of regret.

"I thought you guys would at least let me have some fun, but you guys... were in too much of a hurry."

She also raised her left hand.

Huanlong leaned slightly closer.

"General Jingyuan, I was originally planning to play with you a little longer... After all, watching you struggle is more interesting than watching those mortals self-destruct..."

She straightened up, her voice suddenly turning cold.

"But I know your marshal will be here soon, so... let's not waste any more time."

Her hands suddenly clasped together.

The roots converge from all directions simultaneously.

The ice arrows of March 7th were too late to be fired, and the fire spears of the stars were too late to sweep across.

Walter's lips curled slightly upwards as he adjusted his glasses and gripped the Star of Eden tightly in his hand.

Meanwhile, the divine lord behind Jing Yuan rapidly expanded and grew larger, attempting to stop the cage from shrinking.

At this critical moment, a sword aura descended from above.

Cut in through the last gap between those roots that were about to close up.

The dark green walls that were originally closing up split in two, the broken surfaces so smooth they reflected light.

The sword light completely severed Huanlong's left side from his shoulder to his waist.

Her massive body tilted violently, and the severed parts began to shatter in mid-air, scattering into countless dark green fragments that drifted among the roots of the Jianmu tree.

Huanlong remained in the same spot, half of her body still there, the other half empty.

At the break, wildly growing vines and branches surged forth, attempting to repair the wound, but for every inch of the newly grown wood grain that grew, it was burned away by some residual force.

She didn't say anything.

It didn't move.

Huanlong looked very slowly toward the direction from which the sword light had come.

Above the ruins of Lin Yuan Realm, a figure hovered in the air.