Chapter 702

Not dead completely? Ang was stunned. He had used the scythe for over a thousand years; it had almost become a part of his body. He cut wherever he pointed; there was no possibility of missing. It could only be said that these roots were too tough, and they weren't dead completely, still having nerve reflexes, similar to the reaction of a sensitive plant.

Putting away the scythe, Ang reached out and pulled the roots, but couldn't pull them apart. He picked out a thin one, exerted divine power, and pulled fiercely, finally breaking it.

Nai Ge Li Si flew over, clicking its tongue: "This is too tough, right?"

Ang observed the broken roots and found them somewhat familiar. He hurriedly took out the whip he had snatched from Keli Te and compared them carefully.

Sure enough, the whip was embedded with a large number of these roots, and they were the kind of roots that had been processed and thoroughly toughened.

Nai Ge Li Si turned to Keli Te and asked, "Did you weave the whip using these roots?"

Keli Te nodded.

"This thing is so tough and thin, how did you pull it apart?" Nai Ge Li Si asked curiously. Even Ang had to use divine power to pull it apart. What method did this demon use to collect a large number of roots to weave the whip?

Keli Te was stunned for a moment and said hesitantly, "Who would pull hard normally? I always use a knife to cut. You can't pull it apart."

Nai Ge Li Si rubbed its nose awkwardly. Indeed, if you can't pull it apart, just cut it. It was all Ang's fault for being silly and pulling, misleading it.

This thing is hard to pull; one is too thin and hard to exert force on. Pulling hard, besides cutting yourself, doesn't necessarily break it. If dozens are pulled together, it's even more impossible to break. Only a guy like Ang with both hands black-crystalized could break it without being cut.

"This is good stuff. Cut some for Du Luo Ken, he will definitely empty his treasury to trade with you." Nai Ge Li Si sprayed it with dragon breath for a while, and after checking these roots, couldn't help but say.

The material properties of these roots were too excellent. They hadn't completely died even after hundreds of thousands of years, still retaining certain nerve reflexes. Moreover, they were incredibly tough. The woven whip could lash out at the speed of lightning without breaking, and it wasn't afraid of dragon breath. It was simply too perverted.

"No wonder it hasn't completely rotted in decades. It feels like even those molds can't corrode it. Must get some for Du Luo Ken. Only he can handle this kind of material well." Nai Ge Li Si sighed again.

Good materials need even better processing. Even the simplest bamboo, well-processed bamboo can be made into bows and arrows and won't rot for decades, while poorly processed bamboo will rot the second year. Leather is the same.

However, no matter how ordinary materials are processed, they are just bamboo or leather. But these roots are different. The gap between the upper and lower limits is huge. Poorly processed ones can only be used to weave whips, while well-processed ones might be used to bind cave worms.

It must be handed over to the King of Alchemy to handle, only then would Nai Ge Li Si be at ease.

How to cut it? Ang rummaged around and didn't find a weapon sharper than the Death Scythe, so he had to take out the Death Scythe again, gathering the roots bit by bit to cut.

However, the roots were too tough and didn't take force well. It took a long time to cut a dozen or so.

"Is it this hard to cut? How long did you cut it back then?" Nai Ge Li Si was a bit impatient and turned to Keli Te to ask.

Keli Te's old face flushed, and he said with a smirk, "Actually, I didn't cut it, because there was nothing to cushion it, and I couldn't cut it. It was ground. I had thousands of slaves grind it here for decades, grinding away many demon horns and teeth, before I had enough material for the whip."

Nai Ge Li Si said angrily, "Then you just said you cut it?"

"This... this... saying it was ground is too embarrassing..." Keli Te said sheepishly.

It was simply puffing up one's face to look like a fat worm. They had been fooled by him. In this way, there was no way to cut quickly. Cutting one by one, who knew how long it would take.

"Ang, is there a way to make it faster? The big cat should be recovering soon, we have to go back to pick up people." Nai Ge Li Si urged.

Hearing someone call it, the big cat raised its head abruptly, shaking its head forcefully, indicating it hadn't recovered.

"Hehe, still want to play dead." Nai Ge Li Si rolled its eyes. It didn't see it tired when it was picking up the elf beans just now. Now that it was time to go back to pick up people, it was playing dead. Only a ghost would believe it.

If Nai Ge Li Si didn't urge, Ang would definitely cut slowly. Cutting for a dozen days or so would be enough material. For him, repetitive actions were instinct, just like how he could repeat farming for a thousand years.

However, since Nai Ge Li Si had started urging, Ang tilted his head and thought, then suddenly reached out and inserted his hand into the empty space in front of him.

Immediately, his arm disappeared along with his elbow and shoulder, then emerged from another position, grabbed a bundle of roots, and pulled outward.

The entire bundle of roots was pulled across this spatial rift. Immediately after, the rift disappeared, and the edges intersected on the roots.

"Spatial shearing? Hiss—not broken? Are you kidding me?" Nai Ge Li Si exclaimed.

This is too perverted, right? Spatial shearing actually couldn't cut these roots? If a normal creature stretched its head over while its body was on the other side, a swish would allow it to act separately.

This was one of the three things Nai Ge Li Si had seen that could withstand spatial shearing. The other two were black crystals and the bones of the dead.

But the problem is that bones are alive... bones aren't 'alive' but are 'undead'. These roots are already dead, yet they can still withstand it?

No, the old tree just said earlier that the root system had long been broken, and it was spatial shearing that cut it.

"Didn't you say the main root was cut by spatial shearing?" Nai Ge Li Si turned to the God of Life and asked.

The God of Life said slowly, "Yes, cut by spatial shearing. Don't know how long it took to cut it."

"Pfft—" Nai Ge Li Si decided not to talk to the old tree in the future; it would be angered to death.

Looking at the roots again, sure enough, the spatial rift was shrinking, cutting into the roots bit by bit. An arm-thick bundle of roots might have hundreds of small roots. As the spatial rift shrank, they were breaking one by one, at a speed of about one per second.

Ang had experience now. He walked to the adjacent plane, once again penetrated his arm through space. This time his arm appeared in front of a bundle of more complete roots, dragging the whole large string of root bundles over.

If this string of root bundles could be cut, the volume would be at least twenty times larger than the first bundle.

However, after the spatial rift closed, Ang looked back at the cut of the first bundle with doubt.

Ang generally wouldn't make meaningless movements, so Nai Ge Li Si also followed Ang's gaze back to the first bundle and said in surprise, "Huh, the cutting speed has slowed down?"

If it was about one per second just now, now it took about ten seconds to cut one, almost ten times slower.

Nai Ge Li Si immediately thought of the reason: "The second bundle of roots reduced the power of spatial contraction? So the cutting force isn't enough?"

Very likely. Ang observed the second bundle carefully for a while, then dragged another bundle over, and then compared them, quickly confirming this guess.

"That is to say, the more roots that penetrate space, the weaker the power of spatial contraction. Then if it's weak to a certain degree, wouldn't it be impossible to cut?" Nai Ge Li Si said.

The God of Life said slowly, "Yes, the Void Tree extends its roots like this, otherwise it would be too strenuous to resist spatial shearing."

Nai Ge Li Si asked puzzledly, "Then why were the roots here cut?"

The God of Life said, "Time broke this balance. After a portion of the roots corroded, the force of spatial shearing exceeded the strength of the roots."

Nai Ge Li Si immediately understood. To put it plainly, it was the balance of two forces. When the force balance was broken, space constantly shrank, cutting off a portion of the roots. The breaking of the roots led to an increase in the shearing force of space. After the ebb and flow, the speed of root breaking in the later period would become faster and faster, eventually breaking them all.

After understanding this principle, Ang pulled away the two bundles behind, leaving only the first bundle, leaving all the force of spatial shearing to one bundle, and the speed increased sharply.

After a few hundred seconds, the first bundle was cut. Ang pulled the second bundle again. After careful comparison, he found that about four times the thickness of the first bundle was the fastest cutting speed. Beyond this thickness, the speed would increase exponentially.

Then there was the distance. The farther the penetration distance, the greater the shearing force. Ang retreated to the end of the space and dragged over a bundle with twenty times the diameter, which could also maintain the fastest speed.

Ang didn't try any further. That was already beyond the range of vision, and the consumption of the Dimensional Hand would increase sharply. Besides, the cut roots were enough for comparison. After all, he just wanted to collect 'a little bit' of material for Du Luo Ken, not to dig up all the roots.

"Alright, that's about it. Big cat, hurry up, send Ang back to pick up people." Nai Ge Li Si shouted.

"Awoo~" The big cat climbed up reluctantly, and before it could grow bigger, a soul roar resounded through the entire plane: "Undead Sovereign's subordinate wandering soul Li Da Li, greets the Abyss Lord. Hello, Abyss Lord here, may I ask what happened here?"

(End of chapter)