The apocalypse struck, and I became a druid.

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Two muffled sounds echoed.

The scene fell silent.

The two aggressive tree spirits retreated silently, no longer daring to be arrogant.

The Ironthorn Tree Demon leader retracted its lashing vines, and the two enormous green flames refocused on Han Ning, its mental fluctuations enveloping all the restless tribesmen:

"Quiet! He's my friend, let him finish speaking!"

Han Ning stood on the broad, thick branches of the Ironthorn Tree Demons, sensing their surging hostility, his expression calm, and continued to transmit his mental energy:

"I don't need much essence blood, about 200g is enough. That's the unit of measurement in my world, roughly equivalent to a small handful of blood."

He gestured with the size of a fist and continued.

"In exchange, I can help you drive away those invaders and maintain the safety of the forest."

The Ironthorn Tree Spirit leader's green flame-like pupils flickered slightly, and its trunk, made of branches, undulated slowly.

A moment later, it responded with a mental fluctuation:

"The Ironthorn Treant race abhors conflict. If you can drive away those invaders on your own, I can grant you the blood of a lizard dragon."

Han Ning had seen it clearly from high above: although the group of armored human awakened beings were well-coordinated, the strongest among them was only at the Great Black Stone level.

Getting rid of them is a piece of cake.

"make a deal."

Before Han Ning could finish speaking, the humanoid body twisted and expanded in the starlight, transforming into the shape of a star-colored osprey, and flew downwards.

When he arrived.

The battle at the bottom of the canyon has reached a fever pitch.

Humans, with their numerical and intellectual advantage, have shown signs of suppressing the tree demons.

"Tighten up the right flank; they can't hold on much longer."

A square-faced man who looked like a captain roared, his long sword flashing with crimson flames.

Just as the fiery light was about to strike the tree demon's trunk...

Han Ning folded his wings, which were then tinged with a dazzling blue light. He then forcefully flapped his wings towards the area below the humans.

Wow! ! !

A violent gust of air descended from the sky without warning, carrying sand and stones, and shrouding the world in fallen leaves and debris.

Huhuhu~

The charging human force was as if it had been seized by an invisible hand, with more than thirty people flying backwards off the ground at the same time.

"what's the situation?"

"Where did such a strong wind come from?"

"Quick, hold on, don't fall!"

In the chaos, some people tried to grab onto the rock face, but were thrown even further away by the subsequent surge of air.

Han Ning folded his wings and hovered in mid-air, locking onto the square-faced captain at the back of the crowd.

Under the horrified gaze of the other party, it fell like a meteorite, its sharp claws gripping his breastplate.

"Captain!" Several Awakened Ones had just struggled to their feet when they were stunned by the scene before them.

"唳~~"

A giant bird, larger than a person, descended from the sky, grabbed their captain, and soared hundreds of meters into the air in the blink of an eye.

The giant bird's sharp claws hovered over the captain's throat, the tips piercing his skin and drawing blood.

The square-faced captain froze between the claws, his breath caught in his throat.

Below, all was deathly silent.

The awakened ones looked at each other, some of them still holding their weapons with trembling hands.

They were startled by the inexplicable power emanating from the large bird.

The tree spirit that had been blown away earlier took the opportunity to retract its defenses and retreat to the side.

Han Ning, disguised as a supernatural being from this land, transmitted a violent mental wave to all the humans present:

"Despicable humans, get out of our habitat!"

He folded his wings and descended slowly, the humans beneath his claws swaying like rags.

When he landed 20 meters above the ground, he suddenly released his claws.

"Ah!" The square-faced captain screamed as he fell, only to be caught by his companions just as he was about to be smashed into a bloody pulp, and he staggered to the ground.

He slumped in the mud, panting heavily, with five claw marks clearly visible on his neck.

"Quick, run!"

The awakened ones dared not linger any longer, helping their companions to retreat in a panic, not even daring to pick up the scattered weapons.

The clanging of metal armor quickly faded around the bend in the canyon, leaving only a mess on the ground.

Chapter 199 Evolution Begins

"Shh~~"

Han Ning saw that he had driven away the invading humans.

The other ironthorn tree spirits, unaware of the specifics, extended friendly greetings to Han Ning, who had transformed into a large bird.

"I have fulfilled my promise."

Han Ning flew to the Ironthorn Tree Demon and smiled.

"follow me."

The Ironthorn Tree Spirit spun its bulky body and headed deeper into the forest.

After traversing about two kilometers through the forest, the Ironthorn Tree Spirit raised a branch and pointed to a rock face partially obscured by dark red vines:

"The lizards... are right there. They are the only lizards left in the area. Please treat them well."

It took a few steps forward, parted the layers of hanging, tough vines, and revealed a huge natural cave. The cave walls were dry, and the spacious interior was vaguely visible.

Several creatures resembling giant lizards, with thick bone spurs and covered in dark red scales, were resting in the dry area. Sensing the movement, the most majestic of the lizard dragons raised its head, its dark golden vertical pupils looking at the tree spirit leader with an inquiring expression.

"Shuffle."

The tree spirit leader emitted a low, short friction sound, and the magnificent lizard dragon immediately stood up and walked out of the cave with heavy steps.

It was larger than Han Ning had expected, exceeding six meters in length, and covered with bony spikes that dragged on the ground, leaving long trails.

The lizard walked up to Han Ning, slowly bent its forelimbs, and lay down on the ground.

With her neck lowered, the relatively soft side of her neck was exposed to Han Ning's eyes.

The lizard blinked, calmly watching Han Ning, and made a soft "purring" sound in its throat.

Han Ning understood, extended his right hand, and shot out a vine with a sharp tip, which silently pierced the gap in the thick scales of the lizard dragon's neck and firmly embedded itself in the large blood vessel under the skin.

A warm, dark red blood, brimming with the vitality of life, gushed out from the wound.

Han Ning made a grasping motion with his left hand, and more vines grew and intertwined from the void, weaving in front of him into a basketball-sized, hollow, sealed barnacle-shaped container.

The lizard blood that flowed out was injected into the barnacles.

When the blood in the container reached about two kilograms, Han Ning had a thought and swept his fingers across the lizard dragon's neck, releasing a rejuvenating spell.

A green light rippled, and the wound healed completely in the blink of an eye.

"Lulu~"

This amount of blood loss was negligible for the massive lizard dragon, which even swished its tail comfortably thanks to the Rejuvenation spell.

"enough."

Han Ning nodded to the lizard dragon.

"Lul~"

The lizard roared in response and slowly crawled back into the depths of the cave.

After obtaining the blood, Han Ning carefully secured the barnacle to his back and said to the Ironthorn Tree Spirit, "I have other matters to attend to and must return immediately. I will come to visit you again when I have time."

"Thank you so much this time."

"Shuffle."

The Ironthorn Tree Spirit understood and voluntarily made way for them.

...

Upon returning to the gathering area, Han Ning immediately began processing the lizard blood.

The method for purifying lizard blood is very simple.

According to the will of nature, all that is needed is to burn away the impurities.

But combustion is not simply burning.

Han Ning found a clay pot used for stewing chicken and poured the blood into it.

A golden spark ignited in his palm, not on the bottom, but by facing his palm towards the rim of the casserole.

The sparks transformed into countless fine golden threads, probing into the blood and beginning to burn away impurities and excess moisture.

The blood made a faint sizzling sound in the flames, its volume continued to shrink, but its color became increasingly deep and dark.

When the blood thickened to a viscous, gel-like consistency, Han Ning extinguished the spark and held his hands above the stone pot.

It then releases the blessings of nature, with rich, emerald-green energy descending and nourishing the concentrated blood.

The dark red gel seemed to come alive in the green light, flowing slowly and eventually condensing into a viscous essence of about two hundred grams, resembling a liquid ruby.

The aura emanating from within even drew the attention of the Emerald Tree Spirits playing with bees nearby.

In addition, the 70 wood-attribute monster crystals obtained from the Black Mist Forest were also given to Chairman Wu and his group, who used the technology of the Origin Clan to convert them all into earth and fire-attribute energy stones.