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Chapter 112 The Spirit of the Withered Tree (Third Update, Please Subscribe)

Otto was startled and turned his head sharply to look.

Suddenly, a rabbit plush toy the size of a palm climbed onto his shoulder.

The doll looked ordinary, with slightly messy white fur, two long drooping ears, and a pair of red eyes that sparkled like rubies.

But at this moment, this seemingly ordinary rabbit doll was emanating an extremely powerful magical energy.

As the magic surged, the vines that were about to pounce on the two suddenly froze in mid-air, as if they had been frozen in place.

Then, an unbelievable scene unfolded.

The golden hue emerged like a tide all over the vines, spreading from the roots to the top.

The once vibrant dark green vines had turned completely golden at this moment.

The moonlight shone on these golden vines, reflecting a dazzling light that made the entire forest seem to be coated with a layer of golden radiance.

This change filled the man standing opposite him with unprecedented anger.

"You coward hiding behind your toys, come out and face your death!"

The harsh roar exploded through the forest like thunder, shaking the surrounding leaves and even causing the withered leaves on the treetops to flutter down.

The man slammed the bone staff he was holding onto the ground.

Boom!

A dull thud resounded, as if striking everyone's heart.

The ground trembled violently again, and a visible black ripple spread outwards from the bone staff.

"In the name of Grac!"

The man's voice became incredibly solemn and majestic. He held the bone staff high, chanting ancient and obscure incantations.

As the incantation rang out, the ground trembled even more violently.

Countless black roots, like giant pythons, burst forth from the ground, twisting, coiling, and merging wildly, rapidly coalescing behind the man.

Thick tree trunks, sharp thorns, eerie vines, and countless animal and human skeletons scattered throughout the forest were all coiled up by these black roots, gradually merging into a terrifying behemoth four meters tall.

This is the wild spirit, the withered tree spirit, which Glock has nurtured over many years with the help of the souls of past sages and the savage god Grak.

The body of the withered wood spirit is made of the hardest ironwood, and its surface is covered with a layer of bark as thick as armor, covered with deep grooves and twisted patterns.

Not only that, but the withered spirit's arms were covered with sharp barbs, each barb gleaming with a cold light.

Its head had no real face, only a huge, empty eye socket with two blazing green flames burning inside.

With each breath, it exhales a foul-smelling, chilling air from its chest. The surrounding vegetation withers, turns black, and turns to ash the moment it comes into contact with this air.

Glock's withered spirit had previously fused with the power of dozens of carnivorous vines.

Now its aura has improved to another level, and even ordinary mages would probably not be able to fight against it so easily.

Thinking of this, Glock's lips curled into an even more cruel smile.

He looked at the rabbit doll standing on Otto's shoulder with disdain and contempt in his eyes.

"I've heard that there's an alchemist in Oak Town who never shows his face."

But does a piece of trash hiding behind toys deserve to call himself a master like me?

In Glock's view, such mages who rely on external objects to carry their will are nothing more than opportunistic cowards.

If that doll is destroyed, her soul will vanish into thin air like a rootless duckweed.

"Go, withered spirit."

Crush that toy, drag her soul out and devour it!

Glock grinned and swung the bone staff in his hand.

The withered tree spirit let out a deep roar, a sound as piercing as an old tree snapping, causing the surrounding air to buzz.

It swung its wooden fist, as big as a millstone, with a whistling sound, and smashed it hard at Otto, where the rabbit doll was located.

Wherever the fist passed, the air was compressed into a visible shockwave, producing a crackling sound.

The trees along the way were smashed to pieces the moment they came into contact with the shockwave, as if they were made of paper, with wood chips flying everywhere.

Amidst the swirling wood chips, Otto darted away like lightning.

He held Tessa in his arms, weaving nimbly through the dense tree trunks, narrowly dodging the powerful punch from the withered spirit.

Boom!

Withered Wood Spirit's fist slammed heavily into the ground, instantly cracking countless fissures and creating a huge crater where Otto had stood.

Otto landed on a relatively slender tree trunk, panting heavily, with fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

That was incredibly close; if he and Tessa had been even a fraction of a second slower, they would probably be turned into mincemeat.

He looked at the rabbit plush toy on his shoulder, a helpless expression on his face.

"I'm telling you, use whatever tricks you have up your sleeve, I can't hold out for much longer."

Otto was on the verge of tears.

When attacked, the rabbit plush toy jumped onto his shoulder, using him as a mobile artillery platform.

Now, they have no choice but to bite the bullet and fight back.

But at that moment, a powerful will suddenly descended.

The originally soft rabbit plush toy suddenly burst forth with astonishing speed and power.

It deftly pushed Otto aside and dodged another heavy punch from the withered spirit.

With a nimble turn in mid-air, its claws suddenly unleashed three gleaming metallic blades.

These blades are about half a foot long, and the blades are covered with dense, strange spiritual patterns.

These runes were Una's creation. After learning that she was going to fight a shaman who was skilled at controlling spirits and undead creatures, Una found some alchemical runes from her private warehouse and ancient books that were specifically designed to counter spirits and undead creatures.

Based on these spirit runes, Una crafted these highly targeted alchemical tools.

The originally round and adorable rabbit plush toy suddenly displayed astonishing destructive power the moment it wielded these alchemical blades.

It moved like a ghost between the withered spirit's arms, its blade tracing cold arcs.

Pfft!

With a piercing sound, three deep, bone-revealing wounds instantly appeared on the withered spirit's arm.

A thick, green liquid gushed from the wound, emitting puffs of white smoke and a pungent odor the moment it came into contact with the air.

At that moment, Glock seemed to realize something.

"Is this little thing itself an alchemical tool?"

Glock re-examined his opponent, and the disdain on his face gradually gave way to seriousness.