"Master of the Human Race, please wait."
Han Xing turned around in confusion.
The ancient tree said, "Although I don't know where you young friends have found the courage, nor what means you'll employ against the God of Tricks."
"However, I've been tormented by its curse for countless years."
"More than anyone, I hope you will succeed."
"To that end, I'm willing to offer a small token of help."
Upon hearing this, Han Xing's eyes instantly lit up.
"You mean to say you're coming with us to deal with that guy?"
It's essential to understand that this old tree clearly possesses the strength of a high-tier demigod.
Even in its current injured state, it feels much more formidable to Han Xing than the Shadow Monarch.
With such a powerful demigod assisting us, our chances against the God of Tricks would undoubtedly increase.
However, the ancient tree awkwardly coughed twice.
"Master of the Human Race, you might have misunderstood..."
