At this moment, the wind around had died down significantly, now only about level four, far from the spectacular scene of countless tornadoes touching the ground as before.
Even the leaves of the giant tree, green as jade with a faint glow, had become dim and dull.
Its power had clearly dissipated by more than half.
Yet Chen Shouyi did not dare relax in the slightest; he drew an arrow, pulled back the bowstring, and shot at a raised root nearby.
With a "crack," the arrow was bounced away by the root.
It only left a shallow pit about two to three centimeters deep, not even breaking the skin.
What a terrifying defense.
Chen Shouyi took a few more steps forward and shot a few more arrows.
Seeing that the root remained motionless and the wind only picked up a bit, he felt a sense of relief.
He was most afraid of the tree having the ability to move; now seeing this root so still, he felt a weight lift off his heart.
He cautiously walked step by step forward.
