Beneath the towering Magic Spirit Tree, the massive trunk stood proud and firm like an ancient, solemn stone pillar. Its rough bark seemed carved with the endless vicissitudes of time and mysterious, unfathomable runes, as if recounting an ancient and hidden tale. The lush branches and leaves resembled a giant, unfurled umbrella, casting deep, gloomy shadows like a mysterious curtain that draped the entire scene in an eerie atmosphere. The Magic Spirit Tree exuded a chilling, bizarre aura that stirred a profound sense of awe and dread in anyone who drew near.
Human corpses and the remains of Magic Spirit Snakes lay intermingled at the foot of the tree, presenting a horrifying spectacle. The fierce battle between men and serpents just moments ago had snuffed out countless lives, leaving many dead alongside a littered expanse of smaller magic snakes. A pungent smell of blood hung heavily in the air, silently accusing the brutality of the fight.
At that moment, wisps of ghostly black vapor drifted quietly from the Magic Spirit Tree. Under the terrified gazes of the two onlookers, the black vapor seemed like an emissary from the netherworld, carrying a mysterious and spine-chilling aura. It writhed slowly as if imbued with life, its dark, filamentous strands weaving a bizarre yet mesmerizing tapestry, like a masterpiece meticulously painted by a dark artist. Engulfed by the black vapor, the human and snake corpses on the ground were devoured at a creepily rapid pace. Like a rav…
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