Chapter 135: Spirit Tree (b) (2/2)

The vines speed doubled, and they moved towards him very quickly, and this surprised him.

Several vines came towards him, but he jumped to the right, causing them to miss him by a few inches and stab the trunk of a tree that was unfortunate enough to be behind him.

The vicious vines branched out of its back and swept towards him from the right. At the same time, dozens of vines swept towards him from the right.

He didn't have any other choice but to activate one of his two powers. Without a doubt, he chose to use the one that consumes more time to create but uses less essence of life.

<You've entered Super God Mode>

<All your stats are doubled>

<Your agility has surpassed 100 points>

The moment fifty units of the godly energy in his body melded with his body, veins, and internal organs, causing his agility to surpass a hundred units, his entire world changed.

The vines that were whipping towards him from both sides seemed to slow down considerably in his eyes, enough for him to determine their trajectory.

As the vines inches closer to him, he started to move. He maneuvered his body to the right, evading three vines before maneuvering his body to the left, causing seven more to miss him and slap the ground right next to his feet.

He brandished his swords at them, cutting them down but also causing the murky, grayish to burst outwards towards him.

Although caught off guard, he was still able to react.

Elliot simultaneously raised both of his hands in a defensive position, and at the same time, he released golden energy from both his hands that turned into a shield with a single thought.

The poisonous, corrosive, and hot gushes of murky liquid splashed on his shields, melting them at a rate visible to the eyes.

Before they could melt entirely, he jumped forward, saving himself from the liquid that splashed on the each he was standing a moment ago.

He didn't even get the time to breathe when a total of fourteen vines came towards him from the left and right the moment one of his feet touched the ground.

He pressed that very foot on the ground and jumped upwards. The vines clashed with each other beneath him and generated winds that burst outwards and upwards, winds that he used to push himself upwards and away from the vines while slashing his swords towards the vines.

His swords pulsated, releasing a golden arc of sharpness that charged towards the vines, reaching them in a moment and cutting them apart as easily as a hot knife passing through butter.