"It's likely that its previous power was consumed too much, leaving it with hardly anything left now!" he thought to himself, regret already creeping in.
Nevertheless, greed has no bounds; Chen Shouyi decided not to trouble himself further.
He looked at the large tree in front of him and saw that it hadn't died. The gentle breeze from before had completely vanished, and the oppressive aura had also disappeared without a trace, dispersing into nothing.
Even its emerald leaves, once imbued with a strange brilliance, had lost their mysterious color, becoming indistinguishable from common forest plants, regressing from extraordinary to ordinary.
Perhaps, as the Barbarians return to settle here and time passes, it might regain its strength.
However, this would not happen in a short time.
It could take decades, or even centuries.
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