The S-Classes That I Raised – Chapter 583

Chapter 583. Preparing the Ingredients (5) Crack—another tree, I had lost count of how many by now, snapped like a reed. Even the towering ancient trees, dozens of meters high, broke with pitiful ease, exposing the concentric marks of their age inside the round cross-sections. Several trees had been torn up so completely that their roots were fully exposed. Boulders...