Chapter 2750

Faced with the splitting branches, the Iron Peak tribe's people had a simple thought: I don't care about your nonsense.

Whether it's one or two, tearing them apart makes no difference.

Thus, seeing many Iron Peak tribe members grab the split branches and immediately exert force, trying to tear them apart in one go.

That brute force was astonishing; they actually succeeded, but the problem remained: they were still not free, and the broken branches split again.

Without any reason, it entangled everyone again.

Watching the Iron Peak tribe members bound by these Black Mist Forest tree ghosts, unable to care for themselves.

Zhao Tianqing and the other human cultivators stared agape; this was practically innate body control.

The binding methods of these Black Mist Forest tree ghosts are absolutely heaven-defying.

In any case, Zhao Tianqing and the other human cultivators were stunned enough to drop their jaws.

Think of them just now, having exhausted all their methods, yet they only managed to trap these Barbarian God Tribe members for the blink of an eye.

Those dozen or so binding techniques had no effect at all; the Iron Peak tribe members broke free in an instant.

They had absolutely no controlling effect.

In contrast, these Black Mist Forest tree ghosts are outright absurd.

The branches come in bundles, and even if forcibly torn apart, they split again in the next instant.

Not only did they not escape, they got bound tighter and tighter; look at these Iron Peak tribe members now, each trussed up like a crab.

Even if they exerted all their strength, given the situation, these Iron Peak tribe members would likely be unable to free themselves in the short term.

「This…」

Who could have imagined the ending would turn out like this?

And halfway through, a Cheng Yaojin appeared out of nowhere.

Zhao Tianqing and the other human cultivators are truly absurd.

Meanwhile, everyone was also blocked by the sky-full of branches.

However, unlike the Iron Peak tribe, the branches blocking Zhao Tianqing and company didn't attack right away; they merely posed a threat ahead, like a warning.

Even without a common language, Zhao Tianqing and the others instantly understood: these Black Mist Forest tree ghosts were warning them.

Staying put is fine, but if you dare to move forward, sorry—the Iron Peak tribe serves as your cautionary tale.

「Zhao Lao, should we still go up? 」

The eating place is right before our eyes, but because these branches block the way, this short distance feels like heavenly punishment to us now.

Just looking at it makes it hard to cross.

Facing the questioning from below, Zhao Tianqing swallowed, his face full of complexity, and he gritted his teeth and cursed.

「Going up is pointless; these tree ghosts were practically born to steal food. 」

Look at these Iron Peak tribe members now; even with their Barbarian God Tribe's terrifying strength, facing the tree ghosts' entanglement leaves them bound with no spirit left.

Those branches, no matter what you do, seem endless, wrapping you up with no way out.

Zhao Tianqing had no doubt that if they moved forward, the next second they would be trussed up like zongzi by those branches, with no chance to struggle.

It would only be more miserable than the Iron Peak tribe.

Unable to suppress envy, look, look at them—those are actually binding techniques.

The techniques they just used amount to nothing.

The tree ghosts' methods are truly awe‑inspiring; there's nothing else—just one word: bind.

Like endless branches, they bind you, entwine you, leaving you utterly unable to free yourself, with no recourse.

Zhao Tianqing hesitated little, directly choosing to give up, having no strength to fight back, no need to struggle.

But the way things are developing feels a bit off…

Zhao Tianqing's thoughts went further.

But for now, the Black Mist Forest tree ghosts and the Iron Peak tribe members are locked in a hard‑to‑resolve struggle.

To be precise, the Iron Peak tribe members are bound so severely they doubt life itself.

At that moment, on the eating table, another batch of branches stretched out, yet they did not attack Tianlin and Miao Qianqian.

They moved slowly, their movements gentle; the meaning was clear—the Black Mist Forest tree ghosts were serving food, just like everyone holding a bowl with both hands.

Tianlin and Miao Qianqian didn't think much of it, after all Ye Zhangqing had already instructed them.

Whether it's Zhao Tianqing and company, the Iron Peak tribe, or these Black Mist Forest tree ghosts, as long as they don't break the rules, whoever arrives first gets to eat.

The Black Mist Forest tree ghosts naturally haven't broken the rules; they've consistently used binding methods without harming lives.

However, Tianlin and Miao Qianqian felt it wasn't that the tree ghosts didn't want to hurt people; it seemed they had no other means besides binding.

This advantage is huge; the food‑grabbing rule seems made just for them.

But after thinking, the meal still needs to be taken.

Ye Zhangqing had already said it plainly: since nobody objects, let's follow the rule.

So as the tree ghosts extended their branches, Tianlin and Miao Qianqian also silently began to serve the food.

Though the two remained calm, the still‑bound Iron Peak tribe members looked on, their eyes nearly bursting.

Each one, while frantically tearing at the branches entwined on their bodies, shouted angrily.

「Stop, let go—that's my food. 」

「My food. 」

「Hey, kids, don't serve those tree ghosts. 」

In response, Tianlin raised his head, made a helpless expression, and said:

「Seniors, can you come over? If you can, I'll serve you too. 」

Huh???

The rules are like that; even Tianlin has no way.

Look at what you've been turned into by that control, shouting there not to get food—what use is that?

If you can make it to this table, I'll get you food too.

As for trying to stop it, there's nothing that can be done; the rules are what they are, and he can't break them.

Hearing Tianlin say that, the entire Iron Edge Tribe fell silent—damn, isn't that just nonsense?

If we could get past, we wouldn't be standing here wasting words with you—we'd have already eaten.

Isn't it just because these Tree Ghosts have us under their control, and we can't break free in a short time?

Before, we didn't realize how disgusting the Tree Ghosts' methods were; now we see, it's utterly disgusting.

Normally we wouldn't fear this bit of control, but right now it's mealtime—every second counts.

Being controlled like this is practically a death sentence—there's nothing we can do.

And in that delay, the Tree Ghosts have taken all the food.