Although the mutated tree momentarily halted its movements after Duke’s Lightning Strike, it seemed to only grow angrier from the attack.
The very air around them seemed to tremble with its fury as it retaliated with relentless force.
All of its available roots and twisting vines launched an unholy barrage of attacks, lashing out from every direction.
The once eerie quiet was replaced by a deafening storm of strikes, each one more murderous and precise than the last, forcing them to dodge and deflect with every ounce of their strength.
"Shit!" Vulture cursed as he narrowly deflected another attack, but two more roots shot toward him.
Without hesitation, he raised his massive hammer like a shield, using its weight to block the incoming strikes. With a powerful swipe, he knocked the roots aside as if swatting away a pesky fly.
Kisha, on the other hand, was facing a much more overwhelming onslaught—at least four mutated roots were coming at her from all angles.
Fortunately, her previous training in splitting her focus was paying off. She used her telekinesis as if it were a set of invisible hands, managing to swat the roots away or redirect their paths without wasting precious spiritual energy.
By carefully guiding the attacks off course, she avoided a drawn-out struggle with the tree’s powerful tendrils, giving herself the advantage of conserving strength for the ongoing battle.
Duke seized the opportunity, unleashing a devastating ’Fire Meteor’ as soon as Vulture and Kisha cleared the mutated tree’s attacks.
As the meteor rained down, he couldn’t help but notice the shift in his awakened abilities.
Earlier, his ’Lightning Strike’ had been as massive and fierce as a serpent descending from the sky, and thought that its power was amplified by his anger.
But now, watching the ’Fire Meteors’ fall from the sky, each one as large as an adult’s face, he realized something had changed.
As the fiery meteors crashed into the mutated tree’s branches and leaves, the flames quickly began to consume its twisted form.
The fire’s essence tore through the tree’s body, burning away at its very core. Meanwhile, those meteors that missed their target ignited the surrounding area, quickly setting the forest alight with spreading fire.
Duke’s gaze snapped to Kisha, confusion etched across his face as he tried to understand why his awakened ability had experienced such a surge in power.
But Kisha only smiled at him, her expression filled with pride. "It’s because of the Scarlet Honey and the Spiritual Fruit," she explained, her eyes glinting with understanding.
As soon as Kisha mentioned it, Duke remembered what she had told him about the Spiritual Fruit.
He had consumed so many Spiritual Fruits and other crops, but he hadn’t felt any noticeable change in his body.
Kisha had explained that the fruit would refine the quality of his spiritual energy, purifying it over time.
’So, is this the result of the purification?’ he wondered, watching the mutated tree lash its roots and vines frantically, struggling to contain the spreading fire.
It seemed to be in agony, the long, continuous creaking sounds reverberating through the air.
But Duke didn’t hesitate. He summoned another ’Fire Meteor,’ his determination unwavering.
Even though this was his third AOE attack, he didn’t feel the familiar weight of exhaustion.
’Is it because my spiritual energy was purified by the Spiritual Fruits?’ he thought, briefly glancing at his palms, surprised at how easily the power flowed. freewёbnoνel.com
As the ’Fire Meteor’ descended and struck the mutated tree, thick plumes of smoke billowed from the surrounding area and the tree itself.
However, to their surprise, the damage was only superficial.
The bark of the mutated tree peeled away under the fiery assault, but beneath the scorched exterior, the inner core remained untouched.
The leaves were completely consumed by the flames, turning to ash, but once the foliage was gone, the tree looked even more menacing—a charred, lifeless husk.
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