THUD! THUD! THUD!
Five colossal wooden roots, each as wide as a four-lane city street, sat directly across the doorway of Tractor Garage #3.
Inside the garage, Lone-Wolf Jian Kuang and three thousand Spirit-Tractor pilots slammed on their brakes just inches from the bark, their straw hats tipping forward over their eyes.
“Watch out! That’s a Rank 7 Mid Plant Sovereign!”
General Tie Zhan rushed to the front of the plaza with his heavy warhammer on his shoulder, while Ye Guhan floated up onto the roof of the station terminal, his hand resting on his railway ruler-sword. Over in the Compost Yard, Locust Demon King Huang Tianba took one look at the three-thousand-foot Ancient Banyan Tree-King, squeaked in terror, and buried his head inside a pile of dead leaves so his old neighbor wouldn’t see his yellow vest!
“Hold your weapons, everyone!”
Pei Xuan raised his hand to stop Tie Zhan and Ye Guhan. He looked closely at the five giant roots blocking the garage door—and at the glowing RTS tooltip floating above the three-thousand-foot banyan tree in the distance.
Pei Xuan couldn’t help smiling when he read the tooltip.
