Under the overcast sky of the Fourth World, the World Tree bathed in the downpour of blood, growing ever taller.0

As the Nine-Headed Bird's corpse fell to the earth, razor-sharp branches pierced its flesh, feasting on the Fey God like they had devoured Li Chu's corpse not long ago.0

Trees from the Fifth World—infamous for their sinister natures—also joined the feeding frenzy after receiving permission from the World Tree.0

Pang Ling harbored boundless hatred for the Nine-Headed Bird and sought to erase every last trace of its corpse as quickly as possible. Only then could she truly ensure that the elusive Fey God would never again rise from the dead.0

"You arrived just in time," she said, smiling sweetly up at Pang Jian's figure in the sky. "I thought you wouldn't make it."0

Pang Jian hovered above Misty Swamp, his vast divine sense sweeping the area to confirm that Yuan Qi's ice-blue eyes were not with the Nine-Headed Bird's corpse.0

"The Nine-Headed Bird isn't completely dead yet," Pang Jian replied. "It still has one head, hidden deep within the...0