"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"...
The sound of rushing wind filled the air as enormous branches shot toward Barragan in unison, as if they were alive.
Not only that, thick tree trunks kept surging up from the ground, making the entire earth tremble so violently that it was impossible to stand steadily.
Faced with the enormous trees springing up all around him like bamboo shoots after rain, Barragan's once-stout frame seemed as tiny as a lonely boat rocking on a raging sea.
He struggled to stay on his feet amid the violent tremors. His expression was grim as he rasped,
"If this old man still had even a fraction of his former strength, an attack of this scale would be a trivial matter. I could deal with it with a single breath."
But no one heard his angry words. Only the countless branches seemed to take them as a provocation, charging at him furiously!
Barragan's expression darkened, and he abruptly swept out a hand.
At his gesture, a wisp of black mist appeared beside him once more, floating around his body like a ribbon.
Whenever a branch came close and tried to attack him, the mist pierced through it first.
"Pfft!" "Pfft!"...
The black mist seemed almost alive, protecting Barragan from every tree trunk that came near him.
Most astonishing of all, whenever the seemingly aggressive trees were pierced by the mist, they appeared to lose their fighting spirit in an instant, stopping motionless in place.
Anyone who looked closely would have noticed the entire thick trunk slowly withering from the black holes in its bark!
It was as if the trees had aged through countless years in an instant. Their moisture vanished, their wood withered, and at last they crumbled into pale dust that drifted across the battlefield.
In the distance,