Ulcerated Tree Spirit Weakness Novels & Stories

Erebus couldn't even reply before she suddenly stood up and kicked him hard on the side, making him curled up like a shrimp instinctly. "How does it feel?" Uranus asked with a bright smile. Erebus felt nauseous. When he swallowed the sap, a familiar feeling came back -- the feeling he had in the Blood Moon Forest -- the horrible, powerless feeling of weak. "The sap of the trees in the forest." Uranus gave him an evil smile, "Like it?" "Ughh!" Erebus tried to turn his body on the floor, but all the muscles in his body was sour and hurting again, as if he was still on the horrible trudging in the forest.

"The Evil-Energy Gathering and Soul-Binding Formation is broken. You have no backup left." "Backup?" The man raised his eyebrows slightly and waved his hand. The ancient tree beside him suddenly trembled violently, and the once-withered trunk slowly revealed inky patterns identical to the Formation's Pattern he had touched earlier. "You think breaking the core of the Evil Springs means you've won?" As soon as he finished speaking, a deep humming suddenly echoed through the Soul-Binding Forests, completely different from the sound of the formation operating before.

Zane wheezed, crawling toward the heavy-set warrior. Kai didn't move. He lay facedown in the fungal moss, his fingers clawing at the dirt. "It’s gone, Zane... the howl... I can’t hear the howl anymore. It’s just... quiet." Zane looked back at the Shadow-Ash. The monster was ignoring them now, focusing all his malevolent energy on the Heart of the Tree. The violet rot had already reached the first major branches, and the bioluminescent roots above were turning black and brittle, snapping off and falling like dead stars into the abyss.