The Wood Elder moved too.
He took a small pouch from his waist, filled with Elves Special Magic Seeds, and scattered them over a wide stretch of ground.
The seeds landed on the charred rock with faint cracks.
Then he raised his staff and began chanting, pale green magic power falling like a curtain of rain.
The seeds split open in an instant.
Shoots pushed out of the scorched earth, vines spread across the surface, and roots burrowed frantically downward.
Countless pale green roots formed a fine, dense net, burrowing underground through cracks in the rock, seeking to cover the entire position.
Those roots plunged into the rock, coiled around rubble, sealed cracks tight, and spread toward the sources of the tremors like living creatures.
Several Burrowing Earth Dragons underground seemed to sense something wrong and began twisting their massive bodies frantically.
The next second, the bulges on the surface collapsed one after another.
The Burrowing Earth Dragons that had been about to overturn everything were forcibly pressed back down by the earth and the root network.
Piloting the Pangu Mecha, Lin Mo stood before the two elders with his blade held across him, his gaze sweeping the battlefield around them.
He watched for possible dangers while observing the scene, hoping they could successfully suppress the Burrowing Earth Dragons' surprise attack.
Deep underground, the real contest had only just begun.
Dozens to hundreds of meters beneath the position, densely packed Giant Burrowing Dragons were surging upward frantically.
They resembled earthworms magnified countless times, over ten meters in diameter and nearly a hundred meters long, but their heads were hollow, ring-shaped mouthparts filled with rings of rotating, razor-sharp teeth.
Rock was like rotten sawdust before them, easily bitten apart and swallowed, leaving broad tunnels squeezed out behind them.
Those tunnels were