Although the ranger's Pokémon also received some support from the Nature Domain, the speed at which they replenished their energy was nowhere near enough to match their rate of expenditure.
Every second, dozens of moves collided and annihilated each other between the two battle lines. Every second, vast amounts of Grass-type energy were eroded and neutralized by Ghost-type energy.
Even more fatal was the difference in attack efficiency.
The enemy held their ground around the Spirit World Passage. Those Grass-type moves—whether Sceptile's Leaf Storm or Venusaur and Meganium's Petal Blizzard—were eroded layer by layer by the dense deathly aura and Ghost-type energy the instant they entered the Nether Domain.
The emerald leaves were rapidly corroded and blackened within the grayish-purple mist. By the time they truly reached the enemy's line, their power had already fallen to less than half of its original strength.
The only one capable of posing an effective threat was the Champion-level Sceptile.
Its Grass-type energy had been condensed to an extreme degree, allowing it to retain most of its power even as it passed through the region of deathly aura.
But there was only one Champion-level Sceptile, while the enemy had dozens of Ghost-type Pokémon.
Furthermore, bolstered by that deathly aura, the enemy's Ghost-type attacks had actually grown stronger.
As one side waned while the other waxed, the ranger's team was being worn down and weakened with every passing second.
Although the Tree of Nature held the upper hand in its clash against the deathly aura of the Spirit World, its emerald curtain of light was steadily pushing the grayish-purple mist backward inch by inch, that would take time.
And time was precisely what the ranger lacked most right now.
"We have to find a way to close that Spirit World Passage..." The ranger clenched his