Reincarnated as a goblin, but her mother is a white-haired elf?

Chapter 251 The Power of the World Tree, Vitality.

Zi Li looked at Victoria, who had been in his hands.

At this moment, without realizing when, she found herself in someone else's arms.

And he can't feel it.

I couldn't feel where his hand was.

"Ahhhhh!"

He looked down and saw that his hand was lying on the ground, covered in blood.

Blood continued to flow from the severed hand.

"You bastard!"

Zi Li's roar was filled with resentment and anger.

But all of this seemed so powerless in front of Ye Yan.

Ye Yan slowly raised his hand, his fingertips moving slightly, and it seemed as if countless invisible threads were intertwining and taut in the air.

With a crisp "snap," the space seemed to be torn apart.

Immediately afterwards, Zi Li's head inexplicably slid off his shoulder and rolled to the ground.

Those eyes, filled with astonishment and resentment, have lost their luster forever.

The Gold-level adventurer was caught completely off guard.

He was instantly killed by Ye Yan with absolute power, a scene that was shocking and breathtaking.

All around was deathly silent, with only the wind whispering, as if telling the story of this sudden change.

This scene shocked all the adventurers and goblins present.

When did Ye Yan become so amazing?

As expected of my master.

What kind of monster is this?

They actually killed their captain in an instant?

How is that possible?

"Damn it!"

The burly man's roar was as loud as thunder.

His face was contorted with anger and resentment, his eyes wide open as if they could spew flames.

brush!

He suddenly pushed off the ground and charged towards Ye Yan like a bull.

The giant hammer in his hand, accompanied by a howling wind, carried an unstoppable momentum, as if it would shatter everything in its way.

"Go to hell!"

These three words were squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with determination and madness.

However, faced with this blow that could shake mountains.

Ye Yan's reaction was surprisingly calm.

A faint smile played on his lips, as if all of this was within his expectations.

He gently raised his hand, his fingertips shimmering with a barely perceptible light.

The light instantly met the oncoming giant hammer, as if time had frozen at that moment.

"What?!"

The big man's pupils suddenly contracted, his face filled with disbelief.

His all-out attack was effortlessly neutralized by the opponent with just one finger.

This disparity in strength filled him with an unprecedented fear.

The giant hammer trembled before Ye Yan's fingers, as if it had encountered an insurmountable barrier. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not advance an inch further.

"impossible!"

The burly man roared again.

His muscles swelled up as if inflated, veins bulged, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Clearly, all their power has been concentrated in this one strike.

Even so, the giant hammer remained motionless, as if it were firmly bound by an invisible force.

"That's it?"

Ye Yan finally spoke, his voice cold and contemptuous.

He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze as deep as the night sky, radiating a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

As he finished speaking...

There was a crisp "snap" sound.

The seemingly indestructible giant hammer slowly cracked open before everyone's horrified eyes, eventually turning into countless fragments scattered all over the ground.

Along with the sound of shattering came the last glimmer of hope in the big man's heart.

Pfft!

Just then, a dark light flashed by; it was the magic thread controlled by Ye Yan, which had silently wrapped around the big man's neck.

The big man's eyes widened, his face filled with horror.

Before he could even utter a final word, blood gushed out, and his head fell to the ground with a dull thud.

"No, this is impossible to win!"

The other two who witnessed this scene were overwhelmed with fear.

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with despair and a desperate desire to escape.

Without hesitation, he turned and ran, attempting to escape the pursuit of death.

But how could Ye Yan let them off so easily?

His gaze grew increasingly cold, and with a flick of his finger, it seemed as if invisible threads were dancing in the air.

"Yan'er, stop!"

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Victoria's voice was filled with anxiety and pleading as she tried to stop this senseless killing.

However, it was all too late.

Pfft!

Two soft sounds, almost simultaneously, were the most ruthless pronouncement of life by the demonic thread.

Before the two fugitives could run a few steps, they felt a chill on their necks, followed by the rapid dimming of their life force.

Their heads flew high into the air like kites with broken strings.

In the end, he met the same fate as the Han Dynasty.

This happened too suddenly.

The three little goblins standing to the side were completely stunned, their little eyes filled with shock and fear.

At this moment, in their eyes, Ye Yan was undoubtedly the true embodiment of death.

When did Ye Yan become so powerful?

This growth rate is terrifying.

They could feel the gap between them widening at a visible rate.

Or perhaps, from the very beginning, their strengths were vastly different.

"Are you alright?"

Ye Yan smiled slightly at her mother.

"without"

Victoria shook her head, her tone devoid of any reproach.

In fact, she did not blame Yan'er for killing.

In this world, sometimes, if you don't kill, you will die.

As a goblin, Yan'er inevitably encounters unfounded and unreasonable killing intent.

Simply because he is a goblin.

But sometimes, Victoria still hoped that among those she killed, she could spare the unimportant ones.

Excessive killing will always have negative consequences.

"This is?!"

Suddenly, Victoria looked at the scene before her and gasped softly.

A strange atmosphere permeated the surrounding air, as if time itself had frozen at that moment.

From the scattered, lifeless bodies, faint green orbs of light slowly rose.

They are like the first tender buds to bloom in the early spring morning light, small yet full of vitality.

These orbs of light swayed gently in the air, eventually hovering in the air as if by unspoken agreement.

As if drawn by invisible threads, it was woven into a bizarre and fantastical scene.

Victoria stared blankly at the scene, her heart surging with an unprecedented excitement.

She slowly raised her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly, as if it were out of instinct, or as if she had been summoned by some mysterious force.

A miracle occurred; the green orbs of light seemed to have been imbued with spirituality.

They are no longer rootless duckweed.

Instead, it obediently followed the path of her fingers, slowly gathering in her palm, forming a dazzling ocean of green light.

Bathed in this light, Victoria felt an unprecedented warmth and peace.

It is a power that originates from the essence of life, pure.

Yes, though tiny, it is undoubtedly a source of vitality.

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This is not the Mother of Life, but the faith of the elves, the backbone that supports the world, and the entity that connects the three thousand worlds.

Is it the aura emanating from the World Tree?

(End of this chapter)