Deep in the secret mountain range, in the red fog.

The red mist here is as rich as blood, but the air is not a smell of blood, but a faint sweet fragrance.

The red fog rolled and shaking, indicating that a fierce battle was taking place here.

"Hehe, Jemilius, I didn't expect that we would still have time to fight together, but this mother tree seemed to have become a little irritable just now?"

Bonsandy, wearing a cloak, floated in the air, happily holding her arms and staring at the wildly dancing root tentacles in front of her. When those tentacles shot in front of him, they would be blocked by the sudden black shield.

Not far from him, Jemilus also floated in the air. He was staring at the tentacles with his hands behind his back, and his eyes were plainly emitting a warm golden light. However, in addition to the shield in front of him to protect himself, light arrows continued to condense beside him, shooting towards the tentacles that were attacking.

The light arrow collided with the tentacles, and the tentacles that were constantly dancing could hardly resist the penetration of the light arrow. As the light arrow advanced, the tentacles broke inch by inch and could not be hindered at all. In the blink of an eye, a tentacle was completely destroyed.

But whenever the light arrow destroys a tentacle, another one will appear below, as if endless, constantly consuming Jemilius's source power. The previous tentacles' destruction seemed to have no effect at all.

Hearing Bonsandy's words, Jemilius smiled slightly: "The blasphemers are in the secret realm, so they should have such a reaction. Do you want to protect?"

"Hehe, maybe, the wild ones don't know whether they are willing to obey." Bonsandy didn't agree. With a wave of his hand, black air filled the crowd. The tentacles that were besieged seemed to have encountered something poisonous, constantly corroded and turned into blood and dripping.

On the other side was the bald man named Sabu. He was stretching forward with one hand, and the hot golden and red flames sprinkled out of his hand. The root tentacles that collided with the flames had not yet struggled for a long time before they all melted and burned.

He frowned when he heard the words of the two, "Cleaning and suppressing quickly, I can feel it recovering quickly, and if you continue, you will be swallowed up by it."

"Isn't that better?" Bonsandy smiled, "Although it's a good harvest, there are not many soul-condensing fruits. Branches are branches, which are far worse than the original body, and they just absorb more. With the awakened ones here, the quality may be even higher."

Sabu brows: "Bonsandy! There are so many students here. If they can't get out, you can't escape responsibility. Also, clean up quickly and don't waste time there."

Bonsandy shouted: "What are you pretending? If you have awakened people feeding them as nutrients, the fruits of the mother tree will be better. It seems that it is a good harvest season. I am really looking forward to it. I don't know how the fruits are inside."

It was not actually true that he was standing by here. In addition to resisting the attacks of tentacles, as he spoke, he continued to wave his hand, and a little black mist spread towards the tentacles below, which had another effect compared to the one just now.

Any tentacles that were originally darker, the color of the tentacles was even darker, and the speed of dancing gradually slowed down. At the end, it became a little stiff, and then it became flexible again and flexibly wrapped around other tentacles around it. It was obvious that this was a control spell.

The three of them have different methods of dealing with the fallen mother tree, but they are all very effective. However, they are in the red fog, which is equivalent to fighting in the mother tree's home field, and their strength is suppressed.

Although they can handle it easily, if you look from a distance, you can find that the area they attack is only a small one, which is simply insignificant compared to the entire roots of the mother tree.

Similarly, only some of the roots may have felt a certain threat from the mother tree and returned to the attack, but more root tentacles blew out red mist from the pores, which instead accelerated the spreading speed around, as if they wanted to swallow the entire secret realm.

If they were asked to destroy the roots of the entire secret realm, including the mother tree, it would not be impossible to do it, but doing so would not suppress their own power. The consequences would lead to them being rejected by the secret realm rules and thus being squeezed out, which would violate their idea of ​​coming in.

Now they attacked one point, just clean up a route to enter. There is no need to make branches out. It is also to boil the frogs in warm water to avoid being too jeopardized by the mother tree and becoming crazy.

It seems that the mother tree can continuously expand its roots to a place further away from the secret realm. In fact, doing so is also diluting its own strength. The more outward the roots become, the weaker the combat power, and of course, if you swallow the flesh and blood along the way, the roots will grow rapidly.

If all the power is recovered at this time, even if Jemilius and the other two would not be so easy to deal with these tentacles, this is also one of the reasons why they are afraid of it.

In general, as long as they break through and enter that cave, they will be able to burst out with the strongest strength. Even if they are rejected by the secret realm, they will have enough time to pick the fruits and re-seal the mother tree.

"You!" Sab was a little angry and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Jemilus.

"Go down."

Jemilius seemed too lazy to say anything. After confirming that there was no trap in the surrounding environment, it projected towards the valley below like a dazzling golden light. Wherever it passed, the root tentacles melted quietly like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun.

Sabu followed closely behind, and the scorching flames along the way seemed to burn everything. All the tentacles that touched the flame turned into fire snakes. They danced wildly for a moment, and finally fell to the ground and turned into coke.

Bonsandy shrugged, looked back at the distance, and fell behind him. He was not mainly Jemilius, but the sacred system was the most useful to deal with these tentacles, so he was happy to watch it freely.

Although the location they teleported in was in the mountains, they did not appear directly above the head of the Fallen Mother Tree.

Not to mention whether this can be done or not, it is easy to cause the mother tree to be vigilant and riotous, so they are some distance away.

The red fog in the air looks no different from ordinary fog, but after they hit for so long, except for the fog around them being blown away due to the shock of their source power, the others are still floating quietly, as if they have never changed.

Even after they left, the red mist around them surged again, filling the blank area and smoothing out all traces, as if there had never been a battle here.
Chapter completed!