As they were wondering, Ye Fan and the others arrived.
Seeing the many test subjects… no, patients… Ye Fan had brought.
A flicker of excitement flashed in the eyes of the two old men!
As expected of our good friend Ye Fan!
Truly a godsend!
Upon approaching, Er Ha stopped the excavator.
The bucket tipped.
"With a whoosh!"
Hundreds of Saint Tribe members fell to the ground.
The two old men immediately adopted a posture like rabid dogs pouncing on prey!
"Seniors, restrain yourselves!" Ye Fan quickly stopped them, then pointed to the Saint Tribe executive he was holding: "You first help me deal with him."
The little fox retracted the green light in its eyes.
Seeing he was free, the Saint Tribe executive tried to commit suicide again!
Master Xie Yan pulled out a set of silver needles with a flick of his wrist!
Then, with a flash of his hands, a silver needle, carrying a mysterious aura, pierced the Saint Tribe executive's philtrum!
Well…
Even though this fellow had no nose, judging by the location, it could be considered the philtrum.
The Saint Tribe executive twitched violently as if subjected to some terrifying attack!
His eyeballs rolled upwards with all their might, appearing as if he were rolling his eyes.
It was just that this fellow's eyeballs were entirely white, so Ye Fan wasn't sure if he was actually rolling his eyes…
Regardless, he and the others all retreated a few steps.
No choice.
There was a strange smell in the air, incredibly pungent and… refreshing…
Ye Fan even suspected that the unlucky ones before had been suffocated to death…
Master Xie Yan's hands were incredibly fast!
In the blink of an eye, all the silver needles were embedded in the Saint Tribe executive.
Then he started rummaging around in his right hand again.
"Master, wait a moment!" Ye Fan quickly stopped him: "Take it easy, as long as he can answer questions obediently…"
"Alright!" Master Xie Yan nodded earnestly: "I understand!"
While Master Xie Yan was inserting needles, the Second Elder occasionally pried open the Saint Tribe executive's mouth and poured in various colored pills.
The entire operation looked incredibly sophisticated.
Ye Fan, for one, didn't understand it…
After about two minutes, the two old men wiped the sweat from their non-existent brows.
"Done. You can ask now."
"Who sent you to destroy the World Tree?" Ye Fan immediately asked: "Where is your main force?"
"It was Lord Saint Envoy." The Saint Tribe executive said with a dazed look: "At present, the Lord and the army are in the Divine Realm."
"What is your purpose in doing this?" Ye Fan asked again.
"Don't know." The Saint Tribe executive replied blankly: "We are just following orders."
"What is the current state of the Divine Realm?" Ye Fan pressed on.
"The Tree of Life is dead." The Saint Tribe executive continued: "But Lord Saint Envoy said it's not completely resolved and they are looking for a solution."
Ye Fan glanced at Banana Lord, who was unconscious beside him.
The other party said the Tree of Life was dead, not destroyed.
This indicated that the Divine Realm had not yet vanished.
And the key to this likely lay with Banana Lord.
Banana Lord's sudden unconsciousness was probably related to this matter.
If nothing unexpected happened, Banana Lord wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer…
"How did you get to the Immortal Realm?"
"Lord Saint Envoy opened a passage."
"Take me there."
And so, Ye Fan, dragging the half-dazed Saint Tribe executive, set off.
As for the remaining ordinary Saint Tribe members…
Since the information had been obtained, they could be left for the two old men to play with slowly.
The earth continued to tremble!
The signs of spatial collapse were becoming more severe!
"Brother, what exactly is going on?" Shan Ji asked, carrying Banana Lord on his back, confused: "Didn't we defeat those guys? Why does the Immortal Realm still feel like it's about to collapse?"
"The World Tree is too severely damaged; it's almost on its deathbed." Ye Fan frowned: "If this continues, it will still collapse."
"Is there no way?" Shan Ji was greatly surprised.
"There is!" Ye Fan glanced at Banana Lord on his back: "Go to the Divine Realm and revive the Tree of Life!"
Half a month later, the group arrived before an altar.
The altar was inscribed with densely packed text, but Ye Fan couldn't recognize any of it. It was likely the exclusive script of their Saint Tribe.
A thick pillar of light shot straight into the sky, presumably the passage connecting the Immortal and Divine Realms.
Ye Fan entered the light pillar first, and his body disappeared.
Just as the others were about to enter.
An accident occurred!
The previously intact altar instantly collapsed!
And with the collapse of the altar, the light pillar vanished!
Er Ha and the others paced anxiously in place, but could only watch helplessly…
Divine Realm!
The surroundings were desolate and silent, looking much like the Immortal Realm.
No, it was even worse!
There were spatial cracks and collapsed spaces of various sizes everywhere. The entire Divine Realm looked almost shattered!
This broken state, yet not collapsing, was already a miracle!
Seeing that the others had not appeared, Ye Fan's heart suddenly tightened!
"Where are they?!" Ye Fan immediately asked the Saint Tribe executive in his hand: "Did you do this?"
"What are you talking about?" The Saint Tribe executive blinked blankly, seemingly unable to understand Ye Fan's meaning: "I feel so uncomfortable, I need needles, I need needles!"
Ye Fan's mouth twitched…
It seemed the after-effects had kicked in. This fellow had clearly been messed with by the two old men.
In his current state, he probably couldn't cause any trouble…
Oh well.
Besides, those guys were all monstrous, so there wasn't much to worry about…
Just then, a figure flew rapidly towards them.
Judging by its appearance, it was similar to the one in Ye Fan's hand.
Soon, the figure stopped not far in front of Ye Fan.
The expression on its face was clearly one of confusion.
It seemed Ye Fan's presence there had greatly surprised him.
The next moment.
Upon seeing the half-dead Saint Tribe executive in Ye Fan's hand, the figure's expression changed drastically!
The gems on his forehead and chest began to flash wildly!
"Enemy detected!"
The figure shouted, and gray energy surged towards Ye Fan!
Mysterious runes appeared, swallowing the attack whole!
By the time the Saint Tribe executive regained his senses, he found his neck already gripped by Ye Fan!
Ye Fan reached out with his other hand towards the gem on his chest, seemingly intending to do something.
These guys were so quick to commit suicide, it was a real headache for him.
Although he didn't know if this method would work, he could only try.
A mysterious talisman appeared in his palm, attempting to damage the gem on the opponent's chest.
As expected!
"Crack, crack…"
Fine cracks began to appear on the surface of the gems on the figure's chest and forehead.
However, the gem on his chest was shattering at a noticeably slower pace.
Ye Fan pressed the Saint Tribe executive to the ground with one knee, and extended his other hand towards the gem on his forehead.
Ye Fan could clearly feel two kinds of power flowing into his body.
One was the original power of the Saint Tribe, and the other seemed to be the power of the exclusive gem.
In just a moment, the shattering of the gems stopped.
The Saint Tribe executive lay weakly on the ground, clearly too exhausted to resist.
"Tell me, where is your lair?"
Ye Fan asked coldly.
The Saint Tribe executive probably knew he couldn't resist anymore, so he simply turned his head to the side.
Ye Fan's mouth twitched.
Were all these guys so stubborn?
Fortunately, he happened to know a few ways to extract information.
He wasn't afraid of a tough mouth, only of one that couldn't last until the end!
Just as Ye Fan was about to have a "friendly" exchange with the other party, a figure flew rapidly towards them!