eaf grasping a sunlit sky, became the target of several eight-layered insect races. They crawled swiftly across the ground, many of the insects in their path too slow to dodge and were slashed into pi...Walnut's face changed: "Master, don't be so imaginative!" here meant that it was the clone that had brought him to this place.>>>But at this moment, on the Samsara Tree's branches, all its leaves have withered and fallen, one by one. It is unknown how long...