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My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 576

The mutated tree must have been patiently waiting for Kisha, Duke, and Vulture to venture further into the fog, carefully observing their every move, knowing that the deeper they went, the easier it would be to ambush them.

It had been biding its time, silently preparing to ensnare them with its roots.

However, when Vulture uncovered the arm and Kisha showed signs of trying to escape, the tree’s patience snapped.

It couldn’t afford to let its prey slip away—especially now, after the recent blood rains. The tree must be ravenous, needing more sustenance to fuel its evolution and grow even stronger.

Now that the mutated tree’s cover was blown and it sensed its prey trying to escape, it could no longer feign to be just a normal tree.

The transformation was swift. Kisha, Duke, and Vulture were confronted by a massive Weeping Willow tree, its branches resembling the long, slithering arms of a jellyfish, undulating in the air as if reaching for them.

The thick, twisted roots began to writhe across the ground, creaking ominously with each movement.

Although the dense fog obscured much of its form, the tree’s enormous size and deliberate movements were impossible to hide.

The shifting roots stirred the mist, slowly unveiling the contours of the creature beneath the eerie reddish moonlight.

It was an unsettling sight—roots unfurling like serpents emerging from their burrows, now awake and hunting for their next meal.

As Kisha, Duke, and Vulture hovered above the ground, they finally got a clear look at the Weeping Willow—towering far above the other trees, a grotesque anomaly in the forest like a sore thumb.

Its size was likely a result of the mutated tree’s insatiable hunger for nutrients—blood and flesh, whether from humans or wild animals.

It explained why there hadn’t been any animals in sight for miles, the forest eerily void of life.

The tree’s reach was unsettling, its roots thick and twisted, stretching deep beneath the ground.

It wasn’t hard to imagine that this was why Sparrow hadn’t been able to escape when he first sensed something was wrong.

As Kisha pieced it together, the mutated tree had waited patiently, sensing Sparrow’s awareness and quickly moving to trap him, ensuring he couldn’t flee.

Now that Kisha had fully grasped the nature of their enemy, her gaze darkened. Facing such a creature on his own, Sparrow’s chances of survival were nearly nonexistent.

Kisha lifted herself, along with Duke and Vulture, higher into the air.

The mutated tree before them was at least ten meters tall, its vine-like tentacles stretching far and wide.

But the most dangerous part was its roots—sharp, thick, and with a reach far greater than its vines.

As Kisha analyzed their position in relation to the spot where they had found Sparrow’s walkie-talkie, it became clear that this tree either had roots that extended for miles or, even more terrifyingly, it was capable of moving—treating this area as its nest, where it stored its victims before draining them of blood and flesh.

In either case, the mutated tree was a deadly force, far more dangerous than Kisha had anticipated.

It seemed as though Vulture and Duke already understood Kisha’s thoughts. Duke locked his gaze on the mutated tree, his expression menacing, though he waited for Kisha to speak.

"Wifey, do we have a plan?" he asked, his eyes never leaving the swaying tree. The thick roots lashed out like monstrous serpents, while the fog churned in the air like dust, the sticky mud beneath them resembling treacherous quicksand.

Under the eerie glow of the reddish moonlight, the ground now looked like a vast sea of blood.

Though Duke was eager to make a move, he hesitated, aware that he wasn’t familiar with the powers of a mutated tree.

He trusted Kisha’s judgment, knowing she had witnessed these creatures in her past lives.

Chapter 576 Mutated Tree 1

Chapter 576 Mutated Tree 2

If she hadn’t been so attuned to her surroundings, aided by her ’Perception Skill,’ she might not have noticed it in time—or worse, she might have been caught off guard entirely. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

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