Chapter 169: Not Breakable
In the crater formed from their brutal clash, the treant bellowed, its massive, splintered body groaning from the fall. Its wooden limbs creaked as it attempted to rise, glaring down at Alicarde, whose black-clad figure seemed almost insignificant by comparison.
Though Alicarde had regenerated from the impact, the intense strain of wielding [Flux Field] so recklessly left his mind reeling. Still, he managed a grin, his laughter echoing as the treant shifted and reformed its monstrous frame.
As Alicarde watched, the treant began absorbing nearby trees, its hulking form swelling with even greater power. Bark and branches intertwined, transforming it into a towering nightmare of twisted wood.
"Uh-oh, that can't be good," he muttered, sensing the looming danger.