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Seeing his subordinates being taken down one by one, the Flame Beast finally lost its composure.
Fire elements are inherently difficult to create, and those with intelligence are even rarer. Having lost a significant portion of its kind in one go made it impossible for it not to feel enraged.
Its eyes turned blood red as it roared, "Damn you all for being so arrogant!"
With that, it opened its mouth wide and unleashed an incredibly intense flame, shouting, "Flame Domain!"
In an instant, a powerful wave of fire spread out from it, the scorching heat seeming capable of turning everything to ashes.
Karl, who had been lurking in the Shadow Realm waiting for an opportunity, was forcibly driven out by this overwhelming power. Immediately after, the surging flames transformed into resilient ropes that quickly bound Karl tightly.
"Hmph, let's see how you escape now!" the Flame Beast laughed triumphantly.
Bound by the flames and unable to move, Karl attempted to slip back into the Shadow Realm. However, lacking the strength of the Flame Beast, he failed and instead cried out in pain from the searing heat.
The Demon, a longtime rival of the Flame Beast, could no longer hold back upon seeing its attack.
"Is that all you can show off?"
With a cold snort, the Demon raised its muscular arm and said fiercely, "Let me show you my power!"
With a swift motion, a gigantic demon claw tore through the ground, predicting the next positions of Nightshade and Carter.
The demon claw was as heavy as a mountain and instantly captured Nightshade and Carter. As the Demon exerted force, the claw continuously constricted, applying immense pressure as if trying to crush them into dust.
"Haha, let's see how long you can be arrogant!" the Demon laughed wildly.
"Stop it right now!" Raven shouted angrily upon seeing his companions captured. He angrily abandoned the few "little toys" struggling beneath his claws and desperately wanted to save his friends.
However, Cyclops stood like an insurmountable mountain in front of Raven.
"Get out of my way!" Raven roared furiously. At this point, he had grown nearly as large as Cyclops and thought he could at least make contact with him.
In the eyes of Cyclops, everything seemed trivial. The fights of others were nothing more than minor skirmishes to him, completely insignificant. His massive body resembled a moving fortress as he strode toward Brian, each step causing the ground to tremble.
His gaze was fixed solely on Brian.
The enormous raven recklessly blocked Cyclops's path, spreading its wings with flames of fury burning in its eyes.
However, Cyclops merely cast a disdainful glance at the raven and coldly remarked, "You foolish creature!" He then casually swung his hand.
"Overestimating yourself!" With a cold snort, the enormous hand swept through the air with a whistling sound, instantly scattering the raven.
What was once a giant raven transformed into countless smaller ravens in an instant.
"Damn it!" The Nightshade, tightly grasped by the demon's claws, struggled desperately alongside Carter. The Nightshade spewed black flames from its mouth, attempting to burn through the demon's grip, while Carter frantically thrust his spear.
"Stop your futile struggles!" The demon laughed heartily and tightened its grip once more.
The battlefield was chaotic, and the situation grew increasingly tense...
As Cyclops drew closer to Brian, Brian remained with his eyes closed in deep thought.
Everyone widened their eyes, fixated on Brian, speculating about his condition.
They all wanted to see if Brian had been holding back or if he truly could not control himself.
If Brian had indeed been holding back, they could gauge whether they could confront him; if he truly lost control and Cyclops reached him first, they might still join forces to seize Brian from Cyclops.
Who among those who survived in hell was easy to deal with? Each one was filled with cunning schemes.
Except for Cyclops, who was naturally powerful and didn't need to think.
Closer and closer it came.
Just as Cyclops was about to reach out and touch Brian, suddenly a gigantic bony hand appeared without warning, firmly grasping Cyclops's hand and rendering him immobile.
Cyclops widened his single eye, his face filled with terror. He struggled fiercely, but found that his immense strength was completely restrained by the bony hand.
He slowly turned his head and discovered that what had seemed like a dead giant tree was actually gripping his hand.
Furious, he roared, "A mere bone tree thinks it can take on my great giant race?"
However, before Cyclops could react, the arm of the Warbone Tree suddenly exerted force, sending Cyclops flying like a tossed sandbag.
"Bang!" Cyclops crashed heavily to the ground, creating a large pit and kicking up clouds of dust.
The others on the battlefield were stunned by this scene.
The Flame Beast couldn't help but mutter to himself, "How did this Warbone Tree suddenly come to life? That's at least near-legendary level!"
"How do we deal with this?"
The demon trembled in fear, "That gave me quite a scare!"
The Flame Beast and the demon exchanged glances, seeing fear and retreat in each other's eyes. They nodded in tacit agreement and quietly waved their hands to signal a retreat.
Thus, they simultaneously chose to withdraw, vanishing without a trace and leaving behind a chaotic battlefield.
But Cyclops refused to be intimidated. He got up from the ground, vigorously brushed off the dust from his body, and shouted loudly, "I'm not afraid of you, you broken tree!"
His massive form erupted with astonishing power once again as he charged forward with heavy steps, like a moving mountain. Each step shook the earth and sent clouds of dust flying.
Cyclops swung his thick arms, creating a rushing wind as he struck down towards the Warbone Tree. The Warbone Tree was equally unyielding, its massive bony branches acting like resilient whips as they lashed out at Cyclops.
"Bang!" The two collided violently, producing a deafening sound that seemed to tear apart the surrounding air.
The Cyclops staggered back a few steps from the blow, but he quickly steadied himself and charged forward with another roar. His fists fell like raindrops on the branches of the Warbone Tree, producing a dull thudding sound.
The bone branches of the Warbone Tree danced flexibly, either striking or wrapping around, engaging in an intense clash with the Cyclops. The friction between the bone branches and the Cyclops's body sparked tiny flames.
The Cyclops's single eye turned red with anger as he opened his mouth wide, exhaling a blast of scorching air in an attempt to incinerate the branches of the Warbone Tree. However, the Warbone Tree cleverly dodged and took the opportunity to whip its bone branches against his back.
"Ah!" The Cyclops cried out in pain but became even more frenzied in his attacks, vowing to bring down this Warbone Tree that stood in his way.
However, as he continued to strike, the Cyclops noticed that his movements were becoming slower.
It turned out that the roots of the bone tree were slowly emerging from the ground, like cunning snakes, silently wrapping around the Cyclops.
"Ah!" The Cyclops screamed in terror and began to exert force, trying to break free from these roots. His thick, powerful arms bulged with veins as his muscles tensed.
"Crack!" He indeed managed to snap several roots.
But soon, more roots surged from all directions, enveloping the Cyclops like a tide. One after another, layer upon layer, they bound him tightly, resembling a giant ball of yarn.
The Cyclops struggled desperately; although his strength was formidable, facing an unending stream of roots made him gradually feel overwhelmed. His roars of fury turned into desperate howls: "Let me go! Let me go!"
Yet the Warbone Tree showed no signs of stopping; the roots tightened their grip as if intending to imprison the Cyclops forever.
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