mtlumby2d Chapter 816 - 750: Each Flees for Their Lives (Part 2)
Chapter 816 - 750: Each Flees for Their Lives (Part 2)
Its roots hang in the air, each one thicker than a man’s waist.
The leaves of the giant tree are deep gold, and each falling leaf leaves a burning trail in the air.
Level 3 Life.
True Level 3 Life.
The moment the giant tree descended, an invisible pressure swept across the scene.
Leon and the others stumbled back repeatedly, and Edmond directly sat down on the ground.
Even Cyan Lotus stopped his attack in that instant, retreating half a step.
He looked up at the giant tree, the first hint of solemnity appearing in his azure eyes.
"Interesting."
His voice remained gentle, but his tone had changed.
Vera stood still, her entire body shrouded in a faint golden light.
Her face was as pale as paper, a thread of blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, her whole being on the verge of collapse.
But she was still standing.
"Go..." Her voice was so weak it was barely audible, "Now..."
Leon’s eyes were bloodshot, he stared hard at Vera’s back, biting his own lip until it bled.
Then he turned, grabbing the injured Marcus.
Ed and Ely staggered behind, Selman desperately using his final perception ability to guide them.
Duke did not hesitate.
His figure disintegrated in an instant, transforming into countless dark golden grains of sand, merging with the earth beneath him.
Earth Element Transformation, at times like this, it’s always the most convenient escape for the Elemental Mage.
The grains of sand frantically traversed the depths of the earth, fleeing in the direction away from the battlefield.
Behind them, the branches and leaves of the giant tree began to tremble.
Cyan Lotus tightened his grip on the long knife.
The giant tree obscured the sky, the golden light descending between its branches like burning waterfalls.
Its roots spread wildly beneath the earth, each thicker than a giant python, each lash capable of fracturing the ground into bottomless chasms.
Cyan Lotus looked up at this enormous entity, his azure eyes icy cold.
He gripped the long knife, his figure soaring into the air.
In that moment, between heaven and earth, only the light of the knife remained.
Cyan Lotus’s silhouette flickered madly around the giant tree, each flicker accompanied by a slash of azure knife light.
Those knife lights wove into an impenetrable net, slicing from the roots to the crown, from the trunk to the branches.
The giant tree roared.
Its roots lashed wildly, its branches ignited into golden flames, its pressure expanding tangibly to surrounding areas.
Within a few miles radius, the ground collapsed, the rocks shattered, even the air shivered.
Yet those knife lights were faster.
Three seconds later, Cyan Lotus landed back on the ground.
He stood amidst the ruins, his long knife slowly returned to its sheath.
"Ka."
The gentle click of the blade entering the sheath was especially clear in the silence of the ruins.
The next second, that giant tree split open from the middle.
A straight crack ran from the crown through to the roots, followed by countless intricate fractures spreading outward.
The giant tree shook violently, letting out an unwilling roar before finally collapsing with a crash.
The trunk broke into two, the branches turning into countless specks of golden light, the roots shattering inch by inch.
Those light specks fell upon the ravaged earth, illuminating the scars left by the battle, the bottomless chasms, the crumbled rocks, the twisted remnants of the giant tree, and the lingering terrifying energy fluctuations in the air.
The entire world lay in tatters.
Cyan Lotus stood where he was, his breathing steady and calm.
He glanced down at his arm, where a shallow scratch was slowly healing.
It was the mark left by the giant tree’s last attack, the only injury he sustained in this battle.
Cyan Lotus lifted his gaze, surveying the surroundings.
The woman who summoned the giant tree was nowhere to be seen.
Faint traces of blood remained on the ground, trailing to the edge of the distant forest, then completely disappearing.
Cyan Lotus walked over, squatted down, and reached out to touch the blood markings.
The blood still held the woman’s lingering scent.
But soon, that scent became elusive, as if intentionally erased by something.
"The power exchanged for burning life." Cyan Lotus stood up, gazing into the distance, "Escaped quickly."
He closed his eyes, letting his perception spread outward.
The plants in the forest whispered to him, recounting everything that just transpired.
The woman’s scent disappeared completely here, as if she never existed.
Among the six people, five scents fled to the east, while another...
He opened his eyes, gazing at the ground beneath him.
Deep underground, a dark golden sand flow was racing furiously, fleeing in a completely different direction.
Cyan Lotus lifted his head, looking toward the east.
There, five scents were desperately fleeing, getting further away from him.
But to Cyan Lotus, this distance was nothing.
He stepped forward.
One step, spanning several hundred meters.
Two steps, crossing the collapsing hill.
Three steps, already vanished at the edge of the ruins.
The wind roared past his ears, the forest receding beneath his feet.
The whispers of the plants sounded as he passed, revealing the locations of those fleeing ahead.
Up ahead, a figure suddenly burst from the forest, blocking his intended path.
Marcus.
His body was covered in wounds, his left arm dangling at a strange angle, clearly broken.
Yet he still stood there, gripping a massive stone hammer with both hands, the earthy yellow runes on it burning fiercely.
He knew he was too injured to possibly escape, he would only hold back Leon and the others, so he stayed behind.
"Come—!!" Marcus roared, raising the stone hammer high, the earth element aura on him surged to its peak.
He hadn’t finished speaking.
Cyan Lotus had already walked past him.
One step, passing by his side.
Knife light, flashed past.
The man did not stop.
Marcus’s roar abruptly ceased.
He stood there, stone hammer still raised aloft, eyes wide open.
A fine line of blood slowly appeared on his neck, then his head slipped off, his body falling to the ground with a crash.
The burning earth element aura instantly disintegrated, fading into specks of light that vanished into the air.
Cyan Lotus didn’t turn back, nor did he slow his pace.
"One."
He whispered, his figure disappearing into the depths of the forest.
In the distance.
Leon suddenly halted his steps, glancing back over his shoulder.
That roar... it was Marcus’s voice.
Then, all was silent.
His face was ashen, his fists clenched until his knuckles turned white.
But he had no time for sorrow, not even a moment to look back.
Because that terrifying aura was closing in at an unimaginable speed.
"Split up and run." Leon gritted his teeth, his voice low as if squeezed out from between them, "He’s only one person, splitting up might let a few survive."
Ely bit her lip hard, tears welling in her eyes, but she didn’t let them fall.
Selman took a deep breath, nodded: "Thirty miles east, there’s a marsh, the chaotic aura there can obscure perception. If we can escape there..."
"No more talking." Leon interrupted him, "Now, run."
He didn’t spare another glance, turning to sprint toward the dense forest on the right.
Silvery white Fighting Spirit burned wildly around him, his whole body transforming into a stream of light, vanishing into the shadow of the giant tree.
Four people, four directions.
The wind swept through the forest, carrying away the last hint of human voice.
Cyan Lotus stood in an open space, stopped.
He closed his eyes, letting his perception spread outward.
Five scents, one already disappeared.
The remaining four dashed off in four completely different directions.
Cyan Lotus casually picked a direction, then stepped forth.
...
Deep underground, a dark golden sand flow continued its frantic flight.
Duke did not know how long he had been running.
The sand flow broke through rock layers, passed through soil, traversed the roots of those giant trees.
His consciousness scattered among each grain of sand, perceiving everything around him.
A slight sound of water came from ahead.
Duke’s sand flow paused, then surged toward that direction.
An underground dark river.
The water was icy cold, flowing swiftly, roaring in the dark.
Upon touching the water’s surface, Duke’s sand flow abruptly disintegrated, countless grains of sand merging into the water, then transforming into countless droplets blending into the river.