The blood flowing from this person dripped, "drip, drip," eventually returning back into the tree's body.
If you say that the tree originally looked normal, but after this person was embedded in it, everything became somewhat terrifying, even making one feel a chill down their spine.
"Is that the Old Tree?" someone gazed at the tree, murmuring.
The Human Emperor waved his hand and called out softly, "Old Tree, we've come here, so stop pretending to be mysterious.
All that has passed must be resolved today."
As he spoke these words, a sound of "crack, crack" was suddenly heard.
The Old Tree slowly raised his head.
He seemed to struggle, as if his entire body might fracture with each movement, the sound was enough to give anyone goosebumps.
As the Old Tree raised his head, his face appeared like barren tree bark, full of wrinkles.
His eyes were filled with the aura of death, ancient and indifferent, viewing life and death with detachment.
