Chapter 134: Spirit Tree (a) (2/2)

Thud!

Before they could even touch him, though, he stomped his left foot on the golden plank below his feet, hovering in mid-air, with so much strength that he sprang upwards as the branches missed him by few inches.

As he reached upwards, near the outcropping of the tree nearby, he looked down and saw the branches entangling around each other.

How silly of the spirit tree! Elliot thought with a smirk on his face.

He knew full-well that a tree that has absorbed enough spiritual energy to form a soul could be the only thing that could've sneaked him in this place.

He just didn't know that it would have attacked him the moment he jumped in mid-air.

He guessed that it might've sensed him from away and was waiting for a chance to attack him.

He gracefully landed on top of a tree, standing horizontally on its leaves, facing the ground. He wasn't falling, not because he had suddenly learned how to defy gravity as well as not because he had suddenly become lighter than a feather, but because of the golden threads that were attached to his feet and also connected to the branches and leaves of the tree, helping him balance his body.

”Where did it attack me from?”

He decided to locate its position.

As he was high above and had eyes sharp enough to see everything below clearly, he started to trace the branches that were entangled to each other back to their source.

At that very moment, however, the branches below him sprouted toward him at an incredible speed, and while going towards him, their ends changed shape into spearheads.

Each of them sharp and as red as blood.

Elliot retrieved his golden threads back into his body, and his body fell towards the spearheads.

In mid-air, his eyes twinkled brightly in the light of the sun, and a large amount of golden energy burst out of each of his hands, both stretching outwards for a meter before taking the shape of swords.

When he reached a meter away from the spearheads, he twisted his body, swirling around all of them.

The branches with sharp ends passed by him as he descended downwards in a roll while the swords in his hands moved in a circular motion along with his body, chopping down the branches into several pieces.

The moment his feet touched the ground, a cloud of red dust along with leaves of the same color, tinting the already red air.

A moment later, several chopped-up pieces of the spirit tree's branches fell from the sky and landed on the ground around Elliot with a dull thud.

Without saying as much as a single word, the spirit tree retracted its damaged branches as well as the ones hidden behind the trees that were waiting to ambush Elliot.