Life Origin Pearl

Everyone retreated deep into the desert and stopped behind a towering sand dune.

Lasabel did not pursue them. She merely stood atop the black pyramid, her emerald-green eyes watching the direction in which they had fled, a strange smile hanging on her lips. Her roots withdrew underground, and the pyramid returned to its deathly silence.

Faen slammed a fist into the sand, kicking up a cloud of dust. "Rutherford and Karosa just died like that! They did not even have time to react!"

"Her roots are too fast." Tuli Lei gripped his blood-red scimitar, veins bulging on the back of his hand. "And there are too many of them. There is no way to dodge them."

Desri leaned against the dune, his face pale. His legs had just been wrapped up by the roots. Although Bebe had rescued him, the barbs on those roots had left deep wounds on his legs, which light-element magic was slowly healing.

"What if we destroy her roots in batches?" Rosalie suggested. "Cut down a batch at a time. Do it enough times, and eventually we will reduce her to a bare stalk."

Bebe shook his head. "I saw it with my own eyes. The roots I bit off grew new ones from the severed ends in an instant. That thing's regeneration is ridiculously fast. Cut one, and two grow back. The more you cut, the more there are."

Everyone fell silent.

Destroying them in batches would not work, and charging head-on would not work either. Lasabel's roots were nearly impossible to deal with—fast, numerous, and highly regenerative. Combined with her terrifying strength, Saint-level experts were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered before her.

"Why not... give up?" a Saint-level expert said softly, his voice trembling. "The seventh level is already this terrifying. What about