20demayo Chapter 1339: 1,000 Tons of Plant Spirit Liquid
Chapter 1339: 1,000 Tons of Plant Spirit Liquid
Chapter 1339: 1,000 Tons of Plant Spirit Liquid
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Braydon Neal’s velocity soared under the Sky Splitting Wings, but he wasn’t in a rush to shake off his pursuers.
Instead, he toyed with them, knowing he could keep them at bay for decades, even centuries, as long as they didn’t damage the bronze door.
After 9,000 miles, the giant ape and the others conceded defeat.
Recognizing Braydon’s unattainable speed, they abandoned the chase and returned to guard the bronze door.
The destruction of that door was their main aim.
Back at the small mountain, Braydon retrieved the trunk of the old willow tree, nearly severing it in half with a length of 600 meters and a thickness of 80 meters.
Flowing with green leaves and grass essence, it contained the valuable essence of plant life—a divine-level resource capable of healing grievous injuries with just a single drop.
Over the next three days, Braydon diligently refined this essence.
The result: 18,000 bottles, each weighing 10 pounds, for a grand total of 180,000 pounds. It was common knowledge that in the ruins, plant essence was sold by the ounce.
Yet, Braydon had acquired a staggering 180,000 pounds.
However, despite this impressive yield, it was far from the trunk’s potential.
At 600 meters long, 80 meters thick, and weighing at least 10,000 tons, the trunk had the capacity for much greater production.
Of course, there were also plant essences within, though of slightly inferior quality.
The liquid was no longer viscous, but rather thin, with a pale green hue.
Braydon didn’t overlook these details.
He extracted all the liquid, managing to collect 1,000 tons of this inferior plant spirit liquid.
Though not as potent as true essence, this plant liquid still boasted rich spiritual Qi, proving beneficial for emperors, albeit with a milder effect.
It held significant value for pinnacle martial artists.
Regardless, it was a product of the great-success plant demon divine, and Braydon made sure to collect every drop.
Amidst his extraction, he discovered three crown fruits nestled within the willow tree’s crown.
“Willow trees bearing fruit?”
Braydon pondered in surprise, considering the implications for a divine-level willow tree.
The three white fruits, imbued with lightning and brimming with vitality, likely surpassed the efficacy of thousand-year-old herbs.
With his haul in tow, Braydon vanished in an instant, reappearing in the distant Zunde Royal City.
Here, the warriors of the Northern Army had been battling relentlessly in the deserted city.
With Westley Hader, Hendrix Bailey, and other allies having joined the fray, the situation grew even more precarious.
Recent attacks had forced Frediano into further combat, aggravating his already festering injuries.
His repeated wounds had birthed a hidden ailment.
Luther Carden’s arrival heralded a grim reality.
“Our stores of healing herbs are dwindling,” he informed them. “Months of relentless conflict have depleted our reserves. The Northern Army, Sanguine, and Gray Wolf Armies have suffered grievously.”
Frediano’s frustration was palpable.
“We must find a solution,” Luther implored. “Without replenishing our supplies of healing elixirs, the toll of casualties will only escalate.”
The grim truth of war weighed heavily upon them all, with hundreds of thousands having already perished in the relentless clashes of recent months.
Injuries were rampant, and without access to spirit herbs, the death toll from wounds would inevitably skyrocket.
Luther’s bitter smile conveyed the grim reality.
“With the bronze door sealed, Zunde Royal City has become a fortress under siege. Even a great-success emperor can’t breach the encirclement. Where can we possibly find spirit herbs?”
Reinforcements were nonexistent, and they stood alone in their plight.
It was a bleak situation, but they had no choice but to press on.
Despite the seemingly hopeless odds, they were compelled to continue the fight.
While the 16th ruin posed its own dangers, it remained their best option—holding on to a glimmer of hope in the darkness.
Yuri Quall’s once pristine attire was now stained with blood, his countenance pale as he spoke with resolve. “Tonight, I will lead my men in an attempt to break out. The ruins harbor various spirit herbs, and we must seize this opportunity to gather them.”
However, Frediano swiftly intervened, recognizing the folly in such a risky endeavor.
Yuri’s desperation was palpable as he questioned their passive stance.
“Are we simply going to wait here for death?” he demanded, his voice tinged with anguish.
The Northern Army, comprising ten legions, had already suffered significant losses over the past months of relentless combat.
Each month brought a devastating toll, with one-third of the army falling in battle.
The staggering figure—300,000 fallen soldiers—marked an unprecedented level of casualties in the history of the Northern Army.
The weight of their sacrifice hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the grim reality they faced.
Throughout this period, it was the Northern Army that stood firm against the fiercest assaults.
The most formidable threat to Zunde Royal City wasn’t the aboriginal army, but rather the onslaught of spirit beasts and plant demons.
Their every move posed a grave danger to the Northern Army, capable of inflicting devastating casualties with each strike.
The tension in the hall was palpable, weighing heavily on all present.