My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 577

As Kisha used her telekinesis to evade the sudden attacks emerging from the mist, Duke focused intently on analyzing the mutated tree’s movements.

While the tree was cunning enough to bait its victims and launch sneak attacks, Duke could sense it lacked the intelligence to outmaneuver them entirely.

He was certain its attacks followed a pattern—one he was determined to uncover.

As expected, the mutated tree’s attacks were predictable—it relied solely on speed, striking from behind or below in an attempt to catch them off guard.

There was no intricate strategy, no clever plan to outmaneuver them, just brute instinct. After carefully analyzing its movements, a dark, menacing smile spread across Duke’s face.

"Wifey, this dumb tree only knows how to hit from the blind spot—behind or below," Duke said with a snort, his tone dripping with disdain.

He fixed his gaze on the mutated tree, his expression taunting, as though daring it to try again.

"I know," Kisha replied, her voice steady despite the tension in the air.

"But even so, getting closer is still a challenge. The nearer we get, the more roots it unleashes to attack us. And if we move in too close, those vines might join the assault as well."

Her eyes darted constantly, scanning their surroundings as she monitored for any movement.

Her focus was razor-sharp, always a millisecond ahead of the mutated tree’s sneak attacks. Even though she was beginning to adapt to its attack pattern, the strain was immense.

Controlling her telekinesis to keep both Duke and Vulture aloft while dodging was a delicate balancing act.

A single mistake could cost them dearly—if she lost focus for even a moment, she might miscalculate her strength and crush their waists with her power.

It was a risk she couldn’t afford, and she was pushing herself to her limit to ensure it didn’t happen.

Maintaining the delicate balance of her telekinesis required precise control—it was all about finesse.

With her attention fully focused on dodging the mutated tree’s relentless attacks and ensuring Duke and Vulture’s safety, Kisha barely had the bandwidth to consider launching a counterattack.

Noticing her intense focus and understanding the strain she was under, Duke offered a solution.

"How about you focus on dodging and defending us, and I’ll handle the attacks?" he suggested, his tone calm but resolute, his eyes never leaving the thrashing tree below.

"Master, I can help deflect the attacks if it becomes too much for the Young Madam to handle," Vulture offered, his tone steady but resolute.

His serious expression was laced with a flicker of hatred as he glared at the mutated tree.

"After all, I’ve got a strong defense and body—these little roots won’t do much damage to me."

The burning anger in his eyes betrayed his desire for revenge. If he had the strength to destroy the mutated tree on his own, he wouldn’t hesitate.

It wasn’t just about survival; it was about avenging his brother. But as much as his hatred fueled him, he knew he wasn’t strong enough to take it down alone.

For now, his focus was on working with the others to ensure they killed the monstrous tree and left nothing of it behind.

"Alright," Kisha replied, her voice calm but focused. Inch by inch, she guided them closer to the mutated tree, carefully maneuvering between each attack.

"Do you know this tree’s weakness?" Duke asked, his eyes scanning their surroundings. With each question, he deflected the roots that came too close, his spear a blur of precision.

"I can’t say for sure," Kisha admitted, her gaze darting around as she remained hyper-aware of their surroundings.