Golden-yellow leaves fell one by one.
It was as if a certain will had truly awakened.
The elves hurriedly gathered the fallen leaves.
Afraid they might drift into the endless void.
The Elf King looked at his team members and said, "Saint Master Han Xing, you can begin."
"Go and place the spirit wood at the root of the World Tree, it will absorb it by itself."
Han Xing nodded in understanding.
Then, he slowly walked towards the Golden Holy Tree.
At this moment, hundreds of thousands of eyes were fixed on Han Xing.
The elven maidens also wished to witness this historic moment.
When Han Xing was within a kilometer of the Holy Tree,
at that moment—
the Elf King's face suddenly changed.
For he sensed an extremely evil aura suddenly erupting from all around.
Before everyone could react.
A multitude of hexagram arrays suddenly appeared in the sky!
These hexagram arrays emitted a blood-red glow.
The number was not less than a hundred!
