"Young people always fail to understand the rules, but not every world is kind enough to give them a chance to learn their lesson."
The young man, who could clearly have been described as a child, spoke with the air of an old man as he stood before the giant beast.
The massive treants were teaching the octopus some manners with their old fists and bloodsucking vines.
Boom!
The crimson vines burst into flames. The upper halves of the Sacred Fire's demon trees transformed into humanoid forms, while their lower halves remained rooted in the ground.
They were about to die. Their forcibly twisted life forms had far too many weaknesses, but in this state, they possessed both the deeply rooted stability of ancient trees and the mobile upper bodies of animals.
Punch after punch, the treants, fearless of death and incapable of pain, happily ganged up on the arrogant Octopus Bro.
Screech!
After the sudden sound of escaping air, the octopus's tentacles snapped off one by one again. Its crimson feelers floated through the air like burning fuses.
Boom!
A chain of explosions turned the crimson limbs into utterly unreasonable supernatural gunpowder. The two sides of red collided, and the blasted branches and flesh mixed together before continuously turning to ash.
Flames and bombs—two similar powers—had collided at exactly the right moment.
At that moment, Lu PingAn smiled.
"...Though it's a little unethical toward Xue En, I sincerely hope the misfortune he summoned is a little bigger and can stall for a little more time."
In Lu PingAn's understanding, explosive and high-temperature abilities usually meant immense consumption. That meant their users generally could not sustain a long battle.
Beneath an umbrella that had opened at some unknown point, Lu PingAn smiled and pointed at the monster before him.
Bang!