Chapter 669: I Just Need a Piece of Wood Core, I’ll Use You to Make Up the Number_1
Carson Flores didn’t know how many times he had released the Fire Dragon. The Spiritual Energy that had been fully stored in the Water-Fire Mirror was now at its end. Francisco Smith’s Flying Swords were reduced to a mere few, and the golden glow of the Ancient Bell in Killian Jaramillo’s hand was about to collapse.
After releasing the final Fire Dragon, Carson put away the Water-Fire Mirror, and the Three Provinces Sword appeared in his hand.
"Run out of tricks, have you? Die!"
The voice of the tree demon was filled with frenzy. She found it hard to believe she could kill a Mid-Nascent Soul cultivator as easily as slaughtering a dog, yet she had suffered such heavy losses at the hands of these three Golden Core Stage whelps, especially that mirror, which had repeatedly inflicted severe wounds and greatly diminished her strength.
A Nascent Soul Pinnacle being unable to kill a mere Golden Core Initial Stage cultivator, and even ending up half-crippled?
She hated Carson Flores to the extreme.
Countless branches and roots shot towards Carson like flying spears, with numerous tendrils following closely behind like serpents.
Despair was written all over the faces of Killian Jaramillo and Francisco Smith, whereas Carson’s expression was as hard and cold as iron.
Sword light suddenly blossomed.
The Three Provinces Sword instantly transformed into clusters of sword blooms, points of light, and collided with the oncoming branches and roots in a flash.
Branches shattered.