Chi Shao nodded and said, "That's exactly what the Vine God means."
"Then I'm relieved."
Jiang Xuan let out a sigh of relief; if they couldn't chop down trees in the future, it would indeed be a troublesome matter.
In the forest, the battle ended quickly.
Although the Black Snake Tribe had a large number of warriors, their numbers were useless against those giant tree-men, and it was difficult to inflict fatal damage on them.
After leaving a field of corpses, over six thousand Black Snake Tribe warriors fled the forest in distress.
The tree-men did not pursue; once they drove the people away, some returned to their original positions while others found a new place to take root.
As long as they didn't open their eyes or move around, they were almost indistinguishable from ordinary large trees.
"Hiss hiss..."
