bookbashuk Chapter 1379 King Phile may be here
Chapter 1379 King Phile may be here
Chapter 1379 King Phile may be here
The tree was found, but its combat power was beyond the king's expectations. After he punched the sixteen segmented tree in front of him to pieces, several puppet-like tree people behind him pounced fiercely with their newly grown two segments. More tree people began to grow segments that they had never grown before, ready to launch an attack at any time.
The king instinctively observed his surroundings, taking in every detail.
The king's combat skills are extremely strong. Many times, he can kill enemies without relying on level advantage. Where does this skill come from? It comes from the most meticulous observation of the battlefield and the enemy.
He noticed that the monstrous tree that had just been destroyed had its remains falling to the ground. Immediately, root-like things extended from the thorny ground, piercing into the remains and quickly absorbing them.
He noticed that the puppet-like tree-men around him were regaining their mobility one by one, as if some consciousness was projected onto them and began to control them to grow new limbs.
He noticed that some parts of the thorn bush were beginning to shrink, while others were growing rapidly, sprouting even more strange tree-men. This stark change seemed to foreshadow a great transfer of energy.
He also noticed that the newly grown segments of the Treant only retained their original tips, while the parts from the tips to the body became much thinner, as if all the essence was concentrated at the tips, and the segment parts were no longer strong enough.
These observations were all captured in the heat of battle, during which the king blasted dozens more treants apart, one punch at a time.
At this moment, the king suddenly realized why the Treants were concentrating their essence at the tips of their limbs: because they had no chance to launch a second attack. It didn't matter how long the limbs were, as long as they could pierce out with their tips. Being thinner would also save some energy.
The king is observing, and the strange tree is also evolving adaptively.
Knowing the Treant's strategy, the king immediately made corresponding adjustments, his hands gripping the Grim Reaper's scythe.
The Grim Reaper's scythe can snatch souls, but it is essentially a soul weapon condensed from chaotic mist. It is also very sharp when used to cut people directly. Since it sacrifices the strength of the limbs for the sake of attack, then it is better to attack the vulnerable limbs.
In addition, the Grim Reaper's scythe was exceptionally long, and the king swung it so fast that the Treants were cut down before they could even get close.
Further away, the strange tree-man broke off a segmented limb, held it in his hand, and hurled it with all his might—a segmented javelin.
The king wanted to dodge, but on a whim, he didn't dodge. Instead, he used his arm to meet the tip, wanting to see if the painstakingly reinforced limbs of the strange tree could actually harm him.
Bang! The sharp point struck the king's arm and exploded violently. The force was great, but after the fragments scattered, upon closer inspection, the king's arm was completely unharmed.
Having measured the power of the limb tips, the king immediately understood the situation. He swung the Grim Reaper's scythe even more fiercely, with wide, sweeping swings. No more Tree Men could get close to him; only a small number of the tips of the broken-off limbs that were thrown could hit him.
The main problem is that they are too dense. This reminds the king of the Skull Sea. It turns out that the Tree Sea is even denser than the Skull Sea. The Tree People are like moths drawn to a fire, fearless and relentless, one after another.
The corpses of the treants killed by the king fall to the ground and are quickly absorbed by the roots, becoming nutrients to give birth to new treants.
Such an intense battle, and it's even showing signs of turning into a war of attrition? The king thought for a moment, abandoned the strange tree people, stepped into the air, and crashed headfirst into the plant wall.
The way in was the way out. The king smashed his way through the thorny sphere and arrived in the void outside.
It seems this thorny ball is its true form. Smash it.
Just like when the round, chubby demon king was building roads, wherever he went, whether there was a road or not, he directly crushed a straight road. This happened repeatedly, and the numerical advantage of the Treants vanished.
The king smashed a straight hole in the giant thorn ball. Countless thorns struggled to grow and try to patch the hole, but before they could finish, the king turned around and smashed the thorn ball again, creating another straight hole.
After several repetitions, the Treant's legs had grown into spring-like legs, and with a few leaps, it caught up with the King, broke off a limb, and threw it at him.
The king, bearing the arthropod javelin, smashed his way into the center of the thorn ball, then emerged from the other side.
The thorns begin to unfurl, no longer forming a complete ball, but instead stretching out more vines and thorny new branches, making themselves 'fluffy'. In this way, the king will not only find it difficult to break through the thorn ball, but may even get trapped inside.
The king immediately changed tactics, stomping hard on the fluffy ball of thorns. Boom!
This wasn't a technique, but rather the way the Mourning-level skeleton moved through the void. However, by deliberately stomping harder, the space where it landed exploded instantly, scattering along with the fluffy thorns. A large crater was created at the landing point, and the scattered thorns inside were broken into pieces.
The two sides continued their battle of wits and courage, constantly changing their tactics and trying to leverage their own advantages. After an unknown amount of time, the strange tree suddenly stopped, ceasing its counterattack and allowing the king to smash its branches.
Its voice rang in the king's ears: "I have killed several Black Crystal Skeletons, but I can't even touch the Star Skeletons. You are not fundamentally different from the Black Crystal Skeletons, only your bodies have some energy reactions, but your strength has undergone earth-shattering changes. Can you tell me what this change is called?"
"I won't tell you," the king replied, then focused intently on smashing things.
He would be a fool to tell the other party that the sixteen segments of this strange tree have a black crystal on their backs. If it were to discover the secret of the Star Skull and turn the black crystal on its back into a chaotic black crystal, it would be even more difficult to deal with.
Because the Ghost Tree had given up and was no longer restoring the broken parts, the Thorn Ball broke very quickly.
Before it was completely smashed, the Ghost Tree continued, "I have already made a deal with your companion. Perhaps we can make a deal too. You tell me how to become a Star Skull, and I will give you something you approve of."
“I want the skeleton of King Phile; go and kill him,” the king said.
The king's unyielding attitude silenced the strange tree.
The king stopped talking and continued to smash things. But as he smashed, he noticed that some of the thorns had lost their vitality. They looked hard on the surface, but when he smashed them, he found that they were rotten and decayed.
It seems the Ghost Tree has given up completely and is drawing away its last bit of power.
The king was prepared; a being like the Mystic Tree was not easily killed. Losing such a large branch would be painful for it for a while. As long as its branches were continuously destroyed, it would grow weaker and weaker until it became an insignificant plant.
Just as the last section of thorns was about to be shattered, the voice of the eerie tree rang out again: "King Phile may be here."
(End of this chapter)