In the next moment, the entire bookshelf caught fire. Seeing the bookshelf blaze up, Little Tree became even more frantic, fully utilizing its Original Soul energy. The flames on its body began to extinguish bit by bit.
"Little Rong!"
Qian Yizheng shouted for his younger brother.
Qian Yizheng threw the porcelain bottle in his hand towards Little Tree.
Divided into three portions, two were used to delay Little Tree, preventing it from having a chance to save itself or the books.
Now, the Ice-Fire Poison Powder exploded once again on Little Tree, reigniting the flames that were about to go out, and they burned even more fiercely.
"Ka, ka ka ka."
Little Tree, without knowing why, made a strange sound.
"Look!"
Little Nuonuo was the first to notice the oddity in Little Tree, which should have been unable to move at its original spot, but it actually uprooted itself.
"It has uprooted itself."
"Let's retreat."
Qian Yizheng looked at the books; it was too late to save them now.
