The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

A shield warrior at the forefront had just raised his shield when he was swarmed by three tree spirits, whose sharp branches instantly pierced through his armor and body.

He turned into a white light, but his body remained in place.

The next second, something chilling happened.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Several dark red roots, like venomous snakes, suddenly shot out from the ground and precisely pierced the player's corpse.

Visibly, the corpse shrank and withered at an extremely rapid pace, as if all the essence of life had been drained away in an instant.

The giant tree in the center of the lake shone even brighter with its emerald green radiance.

"This is...delicious!"

The forest's satisfied sigh echoed in the ears of every survivor, carrying with it a nauseating greed.

"Little ant, don't you understand?"

"You weaklings can't possibly hurt me."

"Become my nourishment."

Upon seeing this, someone immediately exclaimed in surprise.

"Holy crap! The boss can absorb our corpses to get stronger!"

"How can we fight like this? The more we die, the stronger it gets!"

"It's over, this is a completely unsolvable loop!"

Players who face off against the Tree Spirits gain absolutely no advantage; instead, they become "supplements" for the opposing faction.

In despair, almost all the surviving players subconsciously turned their gaze to the figure who had stood still the whole time.

Mo Fang.

Everyone knows that this big shot has a close relationship with the mysterious general store owner and is the player who is closest to the truth of the game.

If anyone else has a solution, it must be him!

Yi Jian Shuang Han also looked at him. Although he didn't speak, his tightly pursed lips showed his solemnity at the moment.

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, Mo Fang slowly raised his head, glanced at the increasingly "spirited" giant tree, and then glanced at the lake that had been dyed a deep green.

He spoke softly, his voice not loud, yet it clearly reached the ears of everyone nearby.

"Don't look at me like that, there's nothing I can do about it."

Everyone's hearts sank.

Even the big boss Mo Fang can't do anything about it?

However, Mo Fang's next words surprised everyone.

"But I wonder, when dealing with a tree that can't move, is the only option to fight it to the death? Is there no other way?"

"In the real world, if you encounter a tree blocking your way, is there no other way but to cut it down?"

That statement is completely incoherent.

Many players looked confused.

The real world? Is now the time to discuss the real world?

But at that moment, someone in the crowd suddenly shuddered.

He stood frozen in place as if struck by lightning, then a look of ecstasy appeared on his face.

"Yeah...yes!"

He shouted excitedly, attracting the attention of everyone around him.

"Boss Mo is right! This thing can't move, that's its biggest weakness!"

"If you encounter a tree blocking your path and you can't cut it down..."

The player's voice became shrill with excitement, and he shouted out the words that silenced the entire battlefield with all his might.

"Then why not try using fire, or..."

The player looked at the lake: "Or perhaps poison?!"

For a moment, time seemed to stand still.

Both the players who were fighting the tree spirits and the tree spirits themselves, with their blue faces and fangs, paused for a moment.

The consciousness that permeated the entire space within the forest showed a barely perceptible fluctuation upon hearing the word "poison."

poison?

Using poison on a king-level life form whose origin is life and nature?

This idea is both absurd and incredibly... to the point!

She planted her roots in this lake so that she could better absorb the nutrients from this land.

But this is indeed one of her weaknesses.

The momentary tranquility was shattered by an even more ferocious attack.

"roar--!"

The tree spirits that were originally besieging the player's lines seemed to have received some kind of death warrant, and their attacks suddenly became several times more fierce!

They disregarded their own losses and, with a suicidal attitude, frantically pounced on the player closest to them.

They were trying to drive everyone out of the area.

"Pfft!"

One player, reacting a little slower, was pierced through the chest by a tree spirit and turned into white light before he could even scream.

This sudden change caused the already precarious player alliance to collapse instantly.

However, amidst this chaos, some astute players noticed something amiss.

A player narrowly dodged a deadly spiked branch, and instead of panicking at the tree spirit's frenzied movements, he shouted:

"It's getting anxious! Look! It's getting anxious!"

He rolled around in a disheveled manner, screaming at the top of his lungs, trying to make sure everyone could hear him.

"Hahaha!"

"The boss is panicking! It's definitely scared! That means our method is correct!"

That shout was like a drop of water being poured into boiling oil, instantly igniting the entire venue!

"That's right! The attack suddenly became so frantic, they must be feeling guilty!"

"Hahaha, we've found the weakness! Brothers, this boss is afraid of poison!"

The atmosphere of despair vanished, replaced by a morbid excitement.

Just then, the forest's consciousness, tinged with a hint of contempt and arrogance, echoed in the air once more.

"Foolish ants, thinking you've found my weakness?"

"How ridiculously naive."

"You want to poison me? You weaklings who haven't even touched the origin of the world, do you think you're worthy?"

The forest's fluctuations in consciousness, carrying a powerful mental suggestion, silently invaded the minds of each player.

A cold, selfish thought began to spread in everyone's hearts.

"Poison...that's a rare material I went through a lot of trouble to get my hands on..."

"Is it really worth revealing all your secrets just to kill an event boss?"

"Exactly! What if I throw the poison down and no one else does? Wouldn't I be at a huge loss?"

"Yeah, why should I be the one to sacrifice myself? Let the big guild members go first!"

This mental disturbance precisely captures the most selfish nature of life.

The forest cannot directly control the player's mind, but it can amplify such selfishness and suspicion.

In her view, these seemingly united players were nothing more than a disorganized mess, and the alliance would crumble on its own with just a little provocation.

The forest is ready to enjoy watching these ants destroy themselves because of their infighting.

However, the scene she envisioned did not appear.

That psychological suggestion lingered in the players' minds for less than three seconds before being completely swept away by a more powerful, simpler, and more direct logic.