666: Chapter 666: Hold !_1 666: Chapter 666: Hold !_1 Countless branches, like javelins, stabbed toward Ishaan Roth, each glinting green as if they were Flying Swords, their montum astonishing.
Ishaan Roth’s Flying Sword cut through them at high speed, darting and skimming around.
Although its power was astounding, felling a great number of branches and roots with each strike, there were simply too many of them.
They sward the sky like countless writhing serpents, converging on Ishaan Roth from all directions in a 360-degree assault.
The Flying Sword couldn’t sever so many tentacle-like branches and roots, but fortunately, the Spiritual Energy shield blocked all attacks, which both horrified and relieved Ishaan Roth.
The tree demon isn’t that strong, nothing to fear!
As long as he found its main body and destroyed it directly, the tree demon would be completely finished!
Just as Ishaan Roth was thinking this and preparing to break out, a sharp branch, glowing green like a javelin among all the others, approached the Spiritual Energy shield.
Without any hesitation, it pierced the shield cleanly and instantly stabbed into Ishaan Roth’s heart.
With a scream, Ishaan Roth directed his Flying Sword to cut down the branch, but countless branches and roots entangled his Flying Sword.
At the sa ti, more branches and roots swiftly clung to his body, entering his seven orifices.
A vast amount of blood and Essentia were instantly sucked by these branches and roots, causing Ishaan Roth’s body to imdiately collapse inward, transforming into a skin-covered skeleton.
Ishaan Roth’s Nascent Soul fled in panic from his body—a miniature version of Ishaan Roth, intangible and looking extrely frail as if it might dissipate at any mont.
“Trying to escape?
No chance!
Just beco my nourishnt obediently!”
As Ishaan Roth’s Nascent Soul frantically fled past the tree trunk, a woman’s face suddenly appeared on the massive trunk.
The woman opened her mouth wide, sucked fiercely, and Ishaan Roth’s Nascent Soul was imdiately engulfed by the storm-like inhalation, swallowed by the tree’s gaping maw with only ti for half a scream before falling silent.
No sooner had Carson Flores and the others ascended on their swords, aiming for the sky, than nurous spear-like branches and serpent-like roots pounced towards them.
Killian Jaramillo waved her hand, an Ancient Bell materializing in her grasp.
She struck the bell with her palm, and golden light imdiately surfaced on the bell.
“Dong!”
The Ancient Bell emitted a dull sound, the golden light surged, and instantly expanded out for more than ten ters.
Wherever the golden light traveled, branches and roots fell in droves, as if they had suddenly lost their vitality.
“Go!”
Killian Jaramillo shouted in a low voice, and everyone followed her as they rushed upward.
The branches and roots struck wildly as the golden light inch by inch receded.
When the golden light was about to extinguish, Killian Jaramillo struck the bell again, the light surged anew, killing all the incoming branches instantly.
A man in terror pulled out a Distress Talisman and threw it vigorously.
The talisman turned into a beam of light shooting into the sky, but just as it reached halfway, a jade-green branch snapped over, and the segnt of light from the Distress Talisman instantly shattered.
The Distress Talisman had been destroyed!
Killian Jaramillo bellowed, “Break out first, then release the Distress Talisman…
Carson Flores, follow !”
Carson Flores remained silent, closely following behind Killian Jaramillo.
Francisco Smith cast a glance at them unintentionally, his gaze filled with surprise and complexity.
Clearly, he did not understand why Killian Jaramillo had specially instructed Carson Flores alone, but obviously, now was not the ti to inquire.
Killian Jaramillo led everyone swiftly upward, continuously striking the Ancient Bell, its golden light constantly shattering the tree demon’s attacks.
However, with each strike, her face grew paler, the continuous use of the bell obviously taxing her Spiritual Energy, pushing her powers to their limits.
About halfway through their escape, the light from the Ancient Bell in Killian Jaramillo’s hand had already beco quite weak.
A man who had lagged behind was instantly exposed outside the golden light and was punctured by countless branches, drained dry into a husk.
With another palm strike, Killian Jaramillo’s light surged, but at the sa ti, blood spat from her mouth, indicating her injuries were not light.
Seeing this, Francisco Smith took out a Gourd, slapped the Gourd, and countless Flying Swords flew out, forming a river rushing upward, obliterating branches and roots in its path under endless Sword Qi.
He turned and yelled, “Junior Sister Killian, keep up with !”
The Sword Gourd wielded by Francisco Smith was imnsely powerful, well-suited for offensive actions, but ill-fitted for defending against such a 360-degree onslaught.
The only way was to follow the Flying Swords, which carved the path ahead, with people closely behind, giving them a slim chance to survive.
Killian Jaramillo clearly understood this and moved closer to Carson Flores, speaking softly, “Hold onto !”
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