Lin Chen's gaze swept around.

The battlefield, which was engulfed in flames just a moment ago, suddenly quieted down.

The atmosphere became extraordinarily strange in an instant.

The trust that was like comradeship seconds ago turned into vigilance against those beside them.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" Along with the sound of the wind, everyone's eyes focused on the Spirit Tree and those three fruits.

However, this silent atmosphere only lasted a moment before someone couldn't hold back and dashed towards the Spirit Tree.

Almost simultaneously, multiple figures swiftly rushed forward.

But as soon as these figures charged out, attacks rained down on them, instantly knocking them to the ground.

As the battle reignited, the eyes of those who had just fought together now glimmered with murderous intent, continuously charging at the enemies heading for the Spirit Tree.

"Let's go." Lin Chen's eyes sharpened as he called out to the others.

Right as Lin Chen rushed out, the members of his alliance also darted forward, closely following Lin Chen.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

At this moment, a chaotic slaughter began between the cliffs, and everyone's eyes radiated a crimson light.

The allure of the Spirit Fruit was too great; in the face of such temptation, no one would stay behind.

As long as the two sides were not from the same faction, they were mortal enemies.

In such chaotic combat, there was only one fate for the weak: death.

Lin Chen's speed was incredibly fast, dodging the attacks from all directions like lightning.

Very soon, Lin Chen was only a few dozen meters away from the Spirit Tree.

Just then, Lin Chen suddenly felt a cold breeze behind him.

Turning his head, he saw that the man named Shuer was throwing three poison-laden darts at him.

"It's you again!"

Seeing Shuer, Lin Chen's eyes turned cold.

This old fellow had previously used poison to summon venomous bees and three-headed tyrannosaurs, causing him considerable trouble.

"Whizz, whizz, whizz!"

The three darts instantly shot toward Lin Chen.

Lin Chen twisted his body, reached out, and caught the three darts.

Watching Lin Chen catch the darts, Shuer's face twisted into an evil smile.

"Kid, daring to catch my darts means you're doomed." Shuer sneered.

Lin Chen glanced at his palm, where black poison was spreading toward his body.

"The darts are poisoned?" Lin Chen's eyes darkened.

"Kid, with my poison, you won't live a minute." Shuer sneered.

"Is that so?" Lin Chen smiled faintly and suddenly threw the darts back.

Shuer's movement technique was extremely quick; he twisted his body and dodged the darts.

"Kid, remember not to provoke those you can't afford in your next life." Shuer sneered.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the three darts he had dodged curved back, brutally piercing his back.

"This, how is it possible!" Shuer's expression changed.

Lin Chen smiled faintly: "What you said just now was correct. Indeed, you shouldn't provoke those you can't afford to. But that was meant for yourself to hear."

Shuer snorted coldly, and a burst of vigor erupted from his body.

The three darts shot out from his body.

Shuer snorted coldly: "My poison doesn't work on me, but it can kill you."

Lin Chen suddenly burst into laughter: "Really? But it seems the one who is dying isn't me."

"What!" Shuer suddenly felt dizzy, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"How could this be?" Shuer's expression abruptly changed.

His eyes fell on Lin Chen, who should have died from the poison by now, yet seemed unaffected, whereas his own condition was worsening.

Lin Chen coldly smiled: "Want to play with poison against me? Sorry, I'm the ancestor of poison."

With those words, Lin Chen opened his palm, and a wisp of black mist slowly dispersed from it.

"This, this is impossible!" Shuer felt a heat in his chest, spitting out black blood before collapsing dead.

Though the battle was chaotic, many were astonished to see Shuer dying at Lin Chen's hands.

Shuer was known for his beast-control and poison within the supernatural circle, yet here he lay dead by Lin Chen. It was bewildering.

"Damn it!"

In the distance, Cook's face changed slightly, having spent a fortune hiring Shuer, only to see him killed by Lin Chen so easily.

Cook's eyes grew cold as he darted out like lightning, heading for the Spirit Tree.

Yet, just as he was a dozen meters from the Spirit Tree, ready to pick the fruit, a cold light flashed behind him.

Swish!

An arrow shot toward his outstretched arm.

Cook's face slightly changed, and he quickly pulled his hand back.

"Tie Kui, you dare attack me."

Tie Kui sneered: "So what if I attack you? Whoever gets the fruit owns it."

"Alright, alright, if you're seeking death, I'll oblige." With those words, Cook spun, swinging his black scythe at Tie Kui.

On the cliff, fierce killing cries echoed, as forces from all sides clashed in chaos. Anyone approaching the Spirit Fruit was met with countless attacks.

For a time, although the Spirit Fruit hung on the tree, no one could grab it.

"Tsk tsk, since no one can touch the Spirit Fruit, I'll just take it." A chilling laugh suddenly rang out.

"Awooo!"

Suddenly, mournful cries erupted in the valley.

People were startled to find that the corpses on the ground abruptly stood up, rushing toward the Spirit Fruit.

The speed of the shadows was astonishing; despite the attacks from everyone, they showed no signs of stopping.

"Damn it!"

Watching those zombies approach the Spirit Tree, everyone's attacks focused on them.

But the zombies, impervious to blades and bullets, continued their desperate charge toward the Spirit Fruit, even with shattered heads.

Everyone's expressions turned sour.

In no time, the zombies seized the three Spirit Fruits and swiftly retreated.

Seeing this, both Cook and Sime's faces showed smug smiles.

This was their battle plan: while everyone was busy, Sime would use the zombies to snatch the fruits.

The zombies, having obtained the Spirit Fruits, dashed toward Sime.

Witnessing this, everyone's faces darkened.

Yet, suddenly, the zombies changed direction, heading toward Lin Chen.

Sime, who was smiling moments ago, found his face turning unusually gloomy.

Just then, he realized he had lost control of the zombies.

Seeing them dart toward Lin Chen, he understood that this guy had snatched control of the zombies.

"What is going on?" Cook's face changed.

Sime's face was sullen: "That bastard took control of the zombies."

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, over a dozen zombies appeared behind Lin Chen.

And the Spirit Fruits landed in Lin Chen's hands.

Suddenly, everyone looked at each other in confusion. What happened? Weren't those zombies controlled by Sime? Why did they betray him all of a sudden?