Evolution Begins With A Big Tree

Yet, before delving deeper, Yu Zi Yu cast a glance at the White Tiger, who remained on very much alert, staring at the Cloud Winged Tiger.

Shaking his head with a sigh, Yu Zi Yu muttered, “What a stupid Tiger.”

Yu Zi Yu could not help but feel frustrated by the White Tiger’s lack of intelligence.

While other creatures and Humans could not see through because they did not know anything…

The White Tiger, despite being aware of Yu Zi Yu’s ability to manipulate dense mist, failed to discern the true nature of the Mist Beasts.

“Haiz…” With a resigned sigh, Yu Zi Yu swung his branch.

In a moment, much to White Tiger’s astonishment, the Mist Beast completely dissipated, leaving only a dense fog that once again enveloped the forest. Occasionally, faint beastly roars which were actually howling of wind could be heard.

…

At night…

While a hazy veil of darkness blanketed North Canyon, it remained shrouded in an eerie silence as ever.

Yet, on this particular night, besides White Tiger, Humans, as well as Mutant Beasts bore witness to the existence of the Mist Beasts.

*Roar…* A roar as if coming from the distant past resounded as one Mist Beast after another emerged from the dense fog, prowling around the vicinity of the canyon.

“Divine Tree, what are you doing?” Observing a Mist Beast nearby, which bore a striking resemblance to the Honey Badger, Qian Qin could not contain her curiosity and mumbled.

These beasts of mist possessed an uncanny peculiarity, yes, peculiarity.

At a glance, they appeared lively, as if imbued with life itself. However, when Qian Qin reached out to touch them, they would disperse back into mist, dispersing amidst the surrounding trees.

But not loong after, much to her shock and awe, the mist would coalesce once again, reassembling into identical forms.

“Erm…” Rendered speechless, Qian Qin turned to face Qing Gang, who stood with arms crossed, bearing a solemn expression on his face as he gazed at the Mist Beasts one after another.

“Qing Gang, what’s the matter with you?” Approaching him, Qian Qin asked, her voice filled with surprise.

“It’s…nothing.” Qing Gang shook his head in response, but his gaze remained fixed upon the swirling vortex of mist in the sky.

Faintly, there were echoes of Fox howls, akin to coming straight from ancient times, emanating from a massive vortex of massive vortex of mist.

It was only when he heard this Fox call that Qing Gang exhaled a long breath. [As expected, these strange things are created by the Divine Tree!]

To him they were indeed strange. They possessed physical forms, yet they were intangible and impervious to physical attacks.

Furthermore, every time Qing Gang’s mind replayed the vivid image he witnessed at the break of dawn, on the outskirts of North Canyon, the ethereal Fox of mist biting effortlessly through sturdy tree trunk, and the colossal Dragon’s breath sending a person soaring through the air, Qing Gang’s gaze could not stop flickering.

These creatures of mist were truly strange. They possessed the ability to inflict harm upon others, while remaining impervious to retaliation.