Outside the battlefield, a gentle breeze was blowing, stirring the Wind Listening Beast that had always been diligently helping to cultivate the Extreme Saint Demon Fruit.
A vine-like tendril emerged from the ground, inquisitively observing everything happening on the field.
Lu Xuan's Divine Sense swept across the area; the Demonic Vine's main body was still in a peach grove hundreds of miles away, only a single vine extended over to join in on the excitement.
White Ape and the others knew each other well, having comparable strengths, and it was difficult to determine a winner in the short term. After watching for a while, Lu Xuan turned and left.
Just as he was about to head toward the Evil Spirit Land, his eyes caught sight of a familiar figure in the Spirit Field, leading him to choose to descend.
A Grass Puppet with a huge tumor on its body was rushing over on its slender legs.
"Master."
A faint Spirit Thought transmitted into Lu Xuan's Sea of Consciousness.
