All the followers of the God of Nature stood there, staring blankly at the giant wooden man who had emerged from the God of Nature, looking at the old man floating in mid-air, watching as he slowly got up and moved to guard the statue, watching everything that had just happened.

  The fixed ideas in the minds of the followers could not provide a reasonable explanation for what was happening before their eyes. Magic? Miracle of the God of Nature? Was it the wooden giant or the guardian statue that performed the miracle? Their brains were all confused, neither understanding what was going on nor knowing what to do next. They just stood there stupidly.

  "Everybody run! Run!" Only one person was shouting at the top of his lungs, but it was completely insufficient to wake up the thousands and thousands of dizzy people on the vast and crowded lawn.

  "Full retreat, quick, full retreat back to Eli!" Asa shouted orders at the remaining soldiers. The few remaining soldiers took advantage of the cultists' stunned opportunity and ran out of the grassland.

  A Sa turned around and opened his hands towards a stone statue. In this situation, it can only be destroyed one by one.

  But in an instant, his body was as if whipped by a giant whip, and all the muscles and nerves were simultaneously numb and painful. When he fell to the ground with a black head, he heard the crackling sound bursting from the top of his head, and vaguely smelled the burnt smell emitted from his body. The last thought that floated in his mind was: too careless.....

  Although Asa had been keeping an eye on the Death Spirit Mage in mid-air, he didn't expect this attack to be so swift. He forgot that even top-level air magic like Flight could be cast with such lightness and ease, not to mention intermediate magic like Thunderbolt Flash was naturally more effortless than spitting saliva.

  The necromancer in the air looked at this annoying troublemaker who fell down with a puff of smoke under his electric shock, and finally smiled. His originally ordinary and old face became eerie and terrifying because of this smile. He completely ignored the surprised eyes of the crowd below and looked at those moving stone statue ghosts.

  The stone statue's movements were still slow, but it was no longer as laborious as before. Including the ones with cracks in their bodies, they walked towards the nearest followers, half-kneeling and stretching out their hands, picking up the followers like children holding their beloved toys. The followers had not yet clearly understood what was happening, allowing the guardian statues to lift them up. The stone statue opened its mouth, which was as large as a bathtub, and sent the followers in its hands into it with one bite. Under the sharp teeth of the stone statue, the screams and wails only lasted for a moment before being swallowed along with the sound of their bodies deforming into the throat of the stone statue.

  The believers suddenly seemed to come to their senses, with thousands of people screaming and running in all directions.

  Not just the thousands of people on the grassy plain, but also in other places around the Whispering Woods. Tens of thousands of people simultaneously let out a piercing cry that pierced the sky of Aili.

  The blood and flesh of the followers slid into the bodies of the stone statues like a cup of the finest honey poured into a starving person, and under the nourishment of this excellent nutrient, the movements of the stone statues immediately became much more agile. They casually grabbed the followers on the ground and sent them to their mouths, biting and swallowing, becoming more spirited and lively as they ate, like giant leopards jumping and devouring these foods that were delivered to their feet.

  Thousands of devotees screamed in terror and ran for their lives, many stumbled and were pushed by others, while some continued to trample over the bodies of those who had fallen, the trampled ones let out blood-curdling screams as they wildly grabbed at the feet on top of them, causing even more people to fall, and still more people ran over the bodies of their comrades, desperate to escape this terrifying place. On the small grassy area, the frantic crowd resembled a swarm of maggots writhing and tumbling in desperation.

  Each stone statue goblin, after devouring around ten people, would start bleeding from the mouth as its body swayed, as if there was no more space in its body to hold food, and the blood and flesh had overflowed into its throat. At this point, they all seemed vigorous and energetic, their movements surprisingly agile and supple, unlike what should be stiff stone bodies.

  The floating undead warlock landed, seemingly unsatisfied, and raised both hands towards the stone golems, chanting that off-key song-like incantation once more.

  The stone statues stopped moving, their bodies trembling, and then they opened their mouths. A large amount of foul-smelling black mud spewed out from their mouths, which was the limbs and flesh of the people who had been swallowed earlier. After being filtered once, it had become a substance similar to the sediment in a sewer ditch.

  The Death Spirit Master waved his hands again, and the stone statue ghosts that had been emptied of their stomachs all rose into the air, their wings spread wide, looking like giant hungry bats. They pounced on the fleeing followers, no longer stuffing them into their mouths, but instead holding them above their heads, squeezing and twisting them with their massive claws, letting the blood flow out and drip into their own mouths. They ignored those who had been trampled by their companions and lay dying, instead chasing after those who ran the fastest, most spirited, and full of life. Tens of thousands of followers were like a grand feast spread before them, allowing them to choose the most delicious and nutritious ones at will.

  The devout followers on the grassland have completely gone mad with fear. Even desperate escapes seem futile, as the stone statue demons can easily catch one or two with just a jump or glide, and the screams of agony are drowned out by the loud sound of limbs shattering and blood splashing everywhere. These giant bats of extravagance continue to toss aside the withered and deformed limbs in their hands and pounce on another struggling figure. Blood and limbs have become the only colors here, wails and laments the melody, this once sacred and solemn grassland is now an unprecedented slaughterhouse.

  It's not just that, outside this lawn, around the forest of whispers, more than a hundred stone statue ghosts are performing similar scenes.

  Finally, the gargoyle statues no longer chased after food, and the blood loaded in their bodies had already begun to overflow from their mouths. The necromancer flew onto the head of a gargoyle statue, and all the gargoyles let out a loud, earth-shaking scream as they burst into the sky.

  The Christians who could escape on the grassland had all escaped far away, leaving behind only a field of half-dead companions soaked in a sea of shattered limbs and entrails, wailing in agony.

  In another direction of the Whispering Woods, stone statue demons also flew up at the same time and gathered together with those that had flown here, then circled in a circle above the outer edge of the Whispering Woods. The circle of stone statue demons continued to rise higher and higher until from the ground it looked like just hundreds of small birds with strange shapes.

  The undead warlock who flew in from the stone statue on the other side shook his head and sighed to his companion: "I never thought that those elves would actually send out the withered wood guardian, almost ruining our plan. But as long as we've flown up now, it should be fine." He looked at the stone statues next to his companion, many of which had cracks on their bodies. "The damage on your side seems to be quite severe?"

  The old man snorted: "A human kid coming to stir up trouble, just like the one who's been stealing leaves from the World Tree and has been wanted by the Spirit Tribe all along. He must be the kid sent by Ronis to deal with the heretics here. And it was probably him eavesdropping last night too."

  "What? Is it him?" The necromancer looked a bit surprised. "Then you've fought him before?"

  "It's done." The old man's voice was cold and brief.

  The necromancer paused for a moment, thought for a while, and didn't say anything.

  The old man looked down at the forest of whispers below, a crimson glow outside the forest outlining its contours clearly. He nodded in satisfaction. "This height should be suitable. Let's begin." He raised his hands and chanted an incantation, all the stone golems' mouths opening simultaneously as fresh blood extracted from thousands of people sprayed out of their mouths wildly.

  The blood didn't fall, but instead all turned into a mist in mid-air. This bloody fog seemed to be congealed, congealing within the circle formed by the stone statue ghosts, and even the strong winds high up couldn't disperse it at all, lingering above the Whispering Woods as a blood-colored canopy covering the top of the forest. The stench carried away by the wind could be smelled throughout the entire Eli region for hundreds of miles around.

  But this bit of bloodthirstiness is nothing compared to the grasslands. The foul odor emanating from the gargoyle's vomit, the twisted corpses and entrails drained dry on the ground, and the countless people trampled half to death still groaning in agony.

  A figure suddenly appeared in the shadow of an ancient tree and then walked out of the forest.

  She had a head of silver hair, an absolutely beautiful face, and armor and clothes made from insect shells that were rough but couldn't hide her perfect physique. A girl with such pure natural beauty to the extreme appeared in this bloody hell-like grassland, looking incredibly out of place. Unfortunately, the surviving followers on the ground were all desperately using their last remaining strength to crawl away, not even daring to turn their heads back, completely unaware of her presence.

  She looked up at the sky and saw that patch of bloody cloud and the stone statue swirling in a circle, and when she lowered her head again to look at the scene outside, she was even more shocked. Suddenly, she found Asa, who was covered in black soot all over his body, walking quickly towards her.

  She crouched down beside Asa, muttering in a language that no one could understand, and a green glow appeared on her hands. She pressed the glow onto Asa's body, covering him with it. He let out a long sigh and came to.

  Just as he woke up, it was Rouya. Asa was extremely surprised and asked: "How is it you? How can you come out? What's going on with those wooden guardians?" Just when he was attacked for a moment, he converted all the magic power prepared for fireballs into a healing technique, barely saving his life, but the massive electric shock still beat him half to death.

  "It's all your fault." Luoya's beautiful face was filled with sorrow and heartache. "I led the withered wood guards out of the forest, seriously violating the clan rules, and have already been expelled from the Whispering Woods by the elders. Actually, I just wanted to..." Tears had already flowed from her eyes. For a spirit living in the Whispering Woods, being exiled from this their home and sacred land was even more unbearable than death.

  Asa looked up at the blood-red glow in the sky, patted her shoulder and comforted her: "Don't be sad, maybe this isn't a bad thing, it seems like we should take advantage of the situation and leave quickly."

  In the high air, the old death spirit mage finished directing the stone statue ghosts to spit out all the blood and said to his companion: "Next, it's up to you. You've only seen that complex magic array in the crystal ball once, can you really remember it completely?"

  "Don't worry, with the help of so many devout followers, there's absolutely no problem." His companion smiled faintly and sat cross-legged on the head of a stone gargoyle amidst the swirling mist of blood. "Alright, let's begin our great achievement now."

  The blood mist in the circle began to condense slowly in the air, gradually outlining a magic array within the circle drawn by the stone statue.

  "Is that what they're preparing to use against our forest?" On the ground, Luo Ya looked at the blood-colored mist with disdain. "It's useless, no matter what kind of magic circle power it is, it absolutely can't break through the divine power of the Sun Well."

  "Not that. That is..." Asa looked at the magic circle in surprise, as if he had seen it somewhere before. In the high sky, with the formation of the magic circle, the circular space surrounded by stone statues became completely dark.

  "How gloomy it has become, they have blocked out the sunlight?" Luoya furrowed her slender eyebrows in disdain. "Useless."

  "It's not blocking them, they are going to..." Asa finally remembered what it was.

  Under the shadow, a silver-white light screen in the shape of a funnel leaned down towards the Whispering Woods, and the bright tip of the funnel happened to fall inside the Whispering Woods. There was no explosion or cracking sound that magic should have had, and everything was quiet as usual with this forest. The soaring flame pillar rose quietly and swiftly into the sky.

  "How can this be? It's impossible, absolutely impossible." Ruya was shocked beyond words. "No magical power can penetrate the barrier of the Sun Well to reach the forest within."

  "That's not magic, the magical force only stays within that circle, they're using air magic to twist sunlight, and what falls into the Whispering Woods is just heat emitted from the light." Asa shook his head slowly. "The Whispering Woods are done for."

  Although Asa didn't understand why the two necromancers had learned to use Sedros' magic circle to attack the Whispering Woods, this was indeed the only and perfect way to attack through the Sun Well boundary. Moreover, at an altitude of hundreds of meters, no one could destroy this magic circle by any means.

  A heat wave swept in, and even from a distance on the grassy plain, the ferocity of the flames in the Whispering Woods could be felt. The focal point of the concentrated light moved under the control of the Death Spirit Mage, and ancient trees and withered wooden guardians instantly lost their moisture under the intense light, then burned, and then dried out the surrounding trees, waiting to be ignited by the light or set ablaze once again. The sea of fire in the center of the Whispering Woods rapidly expanded as the light screen moved, and no matter how many withered wooden guardians, spirits, and unicorns there were, they had no way to stop such an attack, and could only wait futilely on the ground for the dazzling death from the sky to descend upon their heads.

  Luya was about to rush towards the forest of low voices, but was pulled back by Asa. "What are you doing? Are you going in there to get roasted together? Let's go. There's no room for us to intervene here anymore."

  A completely charred animal wailed and stumbled all the way to the edge of the forest, its exterior having turned into a black charcoal-like state, with only the horn on its head allowing one to discern that this animal was originally a pure white sacred unicorn. The animal, which had been roasted to the point where it no longer retained any shape, collapsed at the edge of the forest, struggled and let out a hoarse cry before dying completely.

  Luya suddenly pulled her hand out and ran into the whispering forest, her slender figure darted into the ancient tree cluster shrouded in mist just a few steps away. Asa was stunned, instinctively wanting to chase after her, but stopped again.

  As he hesitated, he suddenly recalled his first encounter with Xiao Yi in the Lizard Marsh.

  A strange impulse surged in his heart, carrying a hint of sorrow that shouldn't have appeared at this moment. He looked up at the sky and saw the crimson magic array below, a white glow that seemed to still carry a hint of holiness. He thought for a moment, sighed, and then charged into the Whispering Woods with his head bowed.

  The forest of whispers was already filled with mist, and Luya's figure had disappeared. But Asa knew she must have run towards the Sun Well, because now all the spirits were surely gathered there. The barrier of the Sun Well was still in effect, and Asa could feel the resonance on his body harmonizing with it, he ran in the direction of the resonance.

  Running in the midst of flames, it felt like everything was going to melt, that dazzling light still swaying back and forth, wherever it went, the originally thriving and majestic forest instantly turned into a fiery hell, everything either burning immediately or shrinking black, even the rocks on the ground couldn't withstand it, bursting open with a crackle. In the heart of the Whispering Woods, large patches of charred empty land had been burned out, and not a few unicorn corpses could be seen everywhere.

  Suddenly that dazzling light stopped flashing everywhere and concentrated on one place. Asa looked over, it should be the direction of the Sun Well.

  Some of the pillars of fire swayed and twisted, as if they still wanted to move towards Asa. These should be the last remaining withered wooden guards, their charred bodies could no longer bear their own weight, and would collapse and scatter at a slight movement. Asa dodged the scattered burning wood blocks and ran for a few steps before seeing the radiant place.

  What entered his eyes was a huge ice shield. All the elves were concentrated below, working together to maintain this huge protective umbrella with magic, and Rouya had already drilled down to release her magical powers together. Including Cran Elder, other elves had no time to care about her violating the tribal rules and coming back.

  The spirits were not completely helpless. After many deaths, they finally understood what kind of attack this was, and all the spirits gathered around the Sun Well, joining forces to hold up a huge semi-circular shield made of condensed ice above their heads. The focal point of the light gathering from the sky fell on the ice shield, with most of the light being reflected or bent away. The remaining light, although still intense, was no longer enough to kill them.

  But this defense can't last much longer. The spirits aren't very proficient in elemental magic, and this is already the limit of their defense. The ice shield is constantly melting under the high temperatures all around, relying on the constant replenishment of magic from all the spirits to maintain itself, and it's only a matter of time before the ice shield disperses.

  Asa looked up, the stone statue was still spinning, surrounded by a circle of shadows under the manipulation of the dead spirit master who seemed to be just a small black dot. The sun well was not far away, and he could feel that his body's magical power was overflowing. This was the only capital he dared to rush in. Here, his magic power was almost infinite.

  Asa stretched out his hand towards the sky, and a huge fireball shot out of his hand. The fluctuation of the Sun's Well immediately restored his magical power, and another small but faster fireball followed closely behind the first one, whizzing away.

  When the first fireball flew under the ring of shadows, this one just caught up and the two fireballs collided, immediately triggering a massive explosion. The blast dispersed the air that had condensed in the magic circle, restoring the sky to its original state, and the light screen and shadow disappeared simultaneously. The stone statue ghosts that were originally densely packed into a circle in the air were also shaken out of formation by this explosion.

  Aisha took a deep breath. Thanks to having personally witnessed Sedros use this magic array before, she understood the principle of this magic and came up with a way to destroy it. She turned around and shouted to the elves: "You guys take advantage of now and grab the leaves of the World Tree and escape!"

  The spirits had just put down their icy shields and caught their breath when Elder Cran shouted, "Seize that human!"

  "Wait a minute." Luoya hastily blocked Asa's way. "Actually, he was the one who came to tell us about the plot of those dark servants yesterday, he is our friend."

  "We've never had a human friend, nor do we need one. Especially not the criminal who stole the leaves of our World Tree and the power of the Sun Wells." Elder Cran gazed coldly at Luya and the long-wanted human fugitive, his eyes burning with unusual anger. "And you, Luya. We've already banished you from the Whispering Woods, yet here you are, immediately joining forces with this human. You're a traitor to our kind."

  "You bunch of fools, this isn't the time to be talking about that, that magic circle might..." Asa's sentence was cut off as a bright light suddenly exploded in front of him. In the instant before he closed his eyes, he instinctively pulled Rua back and they both tumbled backward together.

  The numerous spirits let out a mournful cry that was more sorrowful than anything else, but it was only a brief half-voice, and then they fell completely silent.