Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 644 - Four Hundred and Twelve: The Source_2

Chapter 644: Chapter Four Hundred and Twelve: The Source_2

"...."

Watching the scene before him, Luo Zhiyuan felt as if his worldview, cultivated over nearly three decades, was being shaken.

Could there be such miraculous spellcraft in this world?

That girl was clearly already dead, so why...

"Hurry up!" Tian Ye urged in a low tone.

Luo Zhiyuan suddenly came back to his senses and subconsciously wanted to teleport over, but he ended up stopping beside Tian Ye.

A moment of hesitation, and it was already too late.

Tianyan’s figure teleported out a hundred zhang away once again.

And in the distance, countless willow roots had already begun to rise, coming to Tianyan’s aid.

The cooked duck had flown away.

Watching Tianyan getting away, Tian Ye took a deep breath, and his typically frivolous voice finally carried a hint of anger:

"Luo Zhiyuan, why did you hesitate just now?!"

Two opportunities, two reminders, all lost because of this old man’s distrust.

Luo Zhiyuan exhaled a breath of turbid air, appearing casual in the face of the Saintess’s accountability:

"Luo has never seen such a wondrous spellcraft and was a bit astonished, so I hesitated."

As he spoke,

his aged eyes looked back:

"Saintess, how come you are aware of the other party’s foundation?"

Upon hearing this, Tian Ye’s lovely and charming face visibly displayed a surge of anger, but it quickly turned to helplessness.

Saints like Luo Zhiyuan who have occupied high positions for years have developed their own systems of judgment. Aside from the Pavilion Master, probably no one could earn their unconditional trust.

"Why I know is something you wouldn’t understand even if I told you."

Tian Ye’s voice returned to its usual casualness as she huffed, "Now, honored Luo, have you thought of a way to capture Tianyan back inside the pavilion? That Thousand-Thorn Ghost Willow controlled by Jing He seems to be more powerful than you."

Luo Zhiyuan was slightly choked up for a moment and then responded in a low voice:

"Yin Ghosts cannot be controlled for long; this requires careful and long-term planning."

Tian Ye curled her lips into a smile, stopped channeling the ’Four Symbols Divine Seal’, and raised her eyes to the towering Ghost Willow in the distance.

The man atop it was also casting his gaze towards her at the same moment.

There was no trace of emotion in his eyes, only an icy coldness.

Ha, men.

So heartless~

Tian Ye mocked in her heart, and just as she was about to smile, an urgent low voice from Luo Zhiyuan came from beside her:

"Saintess, leave this place first! It’s coming!"

"Boom—"

The previously quiet Ghost Domain suddenly erupted.

From stillness to motion, in just a few breaths, the swaying willow branches and roots breaking through the soil twisted together, surging wave after wave towards the two figures below like an overwhelming tide!

Seeing the torrential branches and trunks rushing towards them like a tsunami, Luo Zhiyuan’s expression darkened as the tremendous pressure of a Saint was released without restraint.

With Luo Zhiyuan at the center, a horrifyingly still thundercloud formed instantly, spreading outwards.

The sky darkened, lightning flashed, and thunder roared. Throughout the area covered by the thundercloud, the ghostly fog faded, and willow branches turned to char.

The overwhelming aura caused all living things to lose their luster.

But even so, the roots and willow branches rushing from afar like a tidal wave showed no sign of stopping.

Five li.

Three li.

One li.

Hum—

The sea of willow roots crashed directly into the thunderclouds that blanketed the ground.

The clash of domains from two Saint-level powerhouses resonated in the sky, and the chaotic flow of Origin Qi generated gales that swept away the ghostly fog for dozens of li around!

...

...

...

When everything had settled down, the thunderclouds dissipated, and a huge crater spanning several hundred zhang appeared in the middle of the swamp.

Standing atop the Ghost Willow, Xu Yuan silently gazed down at the surging scene below, wordless.

In the middle of the crater, the mist had dispersed, the swamp evaporated, and charred willow branches and trunks littered the ground, with cooked, rotting carcasses emitting a foul stench.

And in the center of the pit stood two figures in the void.

Tian Ye stood with her arms crossed to the side, her face filled with amusement.

Luo Zhiyuan looked somewhat disheveled, his normally meticulous white hair had come undone, and a few scrapes covered his wrinkled cheeks.

Even among Saints, there was a hierarchy of strength.

Luo Zhiyuan seemed no match for the Thousand-Thorn Ghost Willow that had endured countless years.

Of course, it might also have been because he was trying to protect Tian Ye at his side, preventing him from letting loose entirely.

In the ensuing silence,

Xu Yuan’s firm and undeniable voice suddenly spread out:

"You may leave."

"..."

Hearing this, Luo Zhiyuan’s eyes slightly narrowed.

But before he could answer, Tian Ye beside him spoke first, with a hint of laughter in her voice:

"Changtian, it seems your control over this Ghost Willow is not so perfect either?"

"The Enchantress Divine Sakura Tree may control Saints, but after all, it is still a tree."

Xu Yuan did not deny it, but his response seemed to be addressed to the old man:

"Even if my control over this Ghost Willow is flawed, I can still battle you to mutual destruction before it loses control."

As he finished speaking,

Tian Ye seemed ready to say more, but was silenced by a transmission from Luo Zhiyuan.

He could not wager on whether the other was bluffing, for the clash had already proven that young man’s control over the Thousand-Thorn Ghost Willow.

As for continuing the fight...

The Ghost Willow’s sheer power was significantly greater than his. Unless he was willing to gamble with his trump card, it was impossible to determine who would fall.

But the problem was, even if he used his trump card and won, he could not ensure the safety of himself and the Saintess afterward.