txolops Chapter 811 - 748: Life Essence
Chapter 811 - 748: Life Essence
Duke glanced at the corpse of the elder Green Vine, his gaze as calm as if he were looking at a dry twig.
He raised his left hand, five fingers gripping the air, a strand of Spiritual Power probing into the corpse of elder Green Vine.
The body shivered slightly, and a pure green light slowly drifted out from the wound, condensing into a fist-sized liquid in mid-air.
The liquid was deep green, exuding a rich life essence, hundreds of times more concentrated than the thin essence extracted from the pumpkin vine before.
It slowly rotated in the air, occasionally flashing a golden pattern on its surface, indicating that the purity of the Life Essence had reached a certain level.
Level 2 Ancient Fairy Life Essence.
Duke retrieved a specially made petri dish from his Space Ring, a palm-sized crystal container, with intricate runes engraved on its inner wall.
The internal space of the petri dish was actually large enough to hold this amount of liquid.
He used spiritual power to guide the essence into the petri dish, sealed it, and put it into his ring.
After doing all this, Duke continued to observe the corpse of elder Green Vine.
After the death of this Level 2 elder, the corpse underwent a noticeable change.
The body, which had retained some humanoid features, was now rapidly transforming into a pure plant form.
The skin turned into deep brown bark, limbs dry and twisted like dead branches.
The wrinkled face blurred, leaving only traces of tree lines.
More plant-like now.
Duke crouched and pressed the corpse.
It was hard to the touch, with a woody texture, but there was still a faint residual energy pulse.
The corpse of a Level 2 Ancient Fairy was extremely valuable material.
Whether as an alchemy or magic potion ingredient, or to study the life structure of Ancient Fairies, it could sell at a good price.
He waved his hand, putting the corpse into the Space Ring.
Then he stood up, looking into the distance.
Leon’s battle was also over.
Elder Green Leaf had fallen in a pool of blood, her chest pierced by a silver-white sword light.
Leon stood beside her, appearing relaxed, his armor stained with blood, all of it belonging to elder Green Leaf.
He looked up towards Duke, seeing him finished, a complex look flashed in his eyes.
On the other side, Edmond leaned on his Magic Wand, looking ahead.
Elder Flowerbud’s corpse lay ten steps in front of him, the entire upper body scorched unrecognizably by a beam of light.
These three elder Ancient Fairies perished one after another, with hardly any resistance to the three young geniuses from the wizard world.
The difference in strength, foundation, and the education and training received over the years was too great, their combat capability simply not on the same level.
After resolving the battle, the three looked to the central position of the tribe, where no ordinary life dared approach.
Within several hundred meters radius, the ground had completely changed.
Countless thick vines emerged from the ground, twisting, intertwining to form an impenetrable thorn forest.
The vines were full of barbs, each barb shimmering with ghostly purple light, clearly containing poison.
Even more terrifying were the constantly twisting thorns, striking and piercing in the air like living entities, instantly shredding anything daring to approach.
In the center of the thorn forest, two figures still faced off.
The chieftain of the Strawberry tribe no longer carried the ease from his evening patrol.
His Magic Wand still in hand, but the green Crystal Stone was already covered with cracks.
The chieftain’s breathing was heavy like a bellows, the soft vine-woven robe on his body was tattered, revealing deep wounds visible to the bone below.
Blood trickled down his trembling legs, dripping to the ground, absorbed instantly by the frenziedly growing vines.
He exerted all his strength to urge the Magic Wand, summoning a batch of vines to rush at the white figure.
Vera merely sidestepped lightly.
Those vines brushed past her, unable to even touch the hem of her garment.
She didn’t even use any powerful Magic, simply weaving between the vines with each step landing precisely in the gaps of Red Crown’s attack, each move elegant as if dancing.
Despair flashed in Red Crown’s eyes.
He had given his all, pouring out all his Level 2 Peak strength, the Secret Technique passed down through the Strawberry tribe’s generations, the Power of Nature he had spent his life cultivating, all used.
But that woman...
Vera’s gaze remained calm, her breathing steady, not a speck of dust even on her Magic Robe.
The thorns she summoned had ceased their attack, quietly surrounding the area like a ring of silent spectators, awaiting the outcome of the battle.
Red Crown opened his mouth, wanting to speak.
Vera didn’t give him a chance.
A purple thorn silently emerged from behind Red Crown, instantly piercing his chest.
Red Crown’s body froze.
He looked down at the blood-stained thorn in front of his chest, moving his lips but no sound came out.
The Magic Wand slipped from his hand, falling to the ground with a crisp sound.
His body slowly fell.
Vera turned around, her gaze sweeping across the entire battlefield.
The Level 1 Strawberry Goblins gathered afar, trembling, none daring to move.
Those attempting escape had already been intercepted by Marcus and Selman, either subdued or killed.
Vera raised her hand, gently waved.
The purple thorns surrounding the area slowly retracted, retreating into the spatial rift behind her, disappearing from sight.