Laughing in extreme anger is never a good thing.
Especially when outnumbered by enemies.
Twelve Void Saint Realm warriors, each delivering a punch, felled a tree, leaving it unable to get up.
As he spat blood, he watched his followers being captured by people from twelve different factions, like catching chicks.
Screams, wails, and sinister laughs... all he could see felt like knives, piercing him with unbearable pain.
"Are you still Body Refinement warriors!"
The tree let out a furious roar, causing the twelve leaders to stop and turn back.
"Capture some more."
Pfft!
Seeing that his words only led to more of his followers being captured, the tree spat blood and fainted.
The newly established Tree Gang, just over two days old, was in a dire state.
Under the harsh food allocation system, more than half of the stored food was stolen.
The Tree Gang's leader was injured.
Dozens of the mining team were dead, and most of the laborers were captured.
