Jiang Fan understood.
The Mystic Sky Realm was a world ruled by wood-element beings.
The towering trees he saw were the last remaining powerhouses of the Mystic Sky Realm.
They were using their own lives to guard the birth of a new clansman.
At the moment of annihilation of their race, when heaven and earth were overturning, what they thought of was not scattering and fleeing for their own lives, but guarding a newborn.
Just as someone had once asked Jiang Fan: to wage a life-or-death war against the Ancient Giants for the sake of mere mortals—was it worth it?
Now Jiang Fan's heart held the same question.
For the sake of a single infant, they were staking the final future of their entire race.
Was it worth it?
Dong——
From the depths of the firmament there suddenly came a thunderous boom.
A black, sky-piercing giant tree plummeted down from the heavens.
Its trunk was split open, its leaves scattered, most of its bare branches burned away.
