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[ Name:

Small Sapling

]

[ Race:

wood Spirits (saplings)

]

[ Level:

Silver (12%)

]

[ Quality:

Ordinary

]

[ Physique:

8

]

[ Spirit:

16

]

[ Description:

Small sapling with the power to control nature, initial units of Plant Lords

.]

[ Skills:

[Breath of Nature]:

Condensing the breath of nature into healing light, can speed up the recovery of injuries.

]

These small saplings were supposedly very famous as the Tier 1 initial units of all plant lords with zero fighting ability.

Since his Wood Spirit summoning skill remained at level 0, he was limited to summoning only these small saplings for the time being.

While they were still Tier 1, Ram used his life energy to improve their level to the current Tier 3, yet they still stayed at the Sapling stage.

He didn't know the reason, but even after upgrading to Tier 3, just like their size, they didn't awaken any new skills.

However, their initial skill [Breath of Nature] was strengthened twice, improving their efficiency. Ram directed them toward Sid, instructing them to use [Breath of Nature] in unison.

A soothing green light enveloped Sid, knitting his injuries together at a visible pace. "At this pace, it might take a few hours, so let's focus on those at the back."

Which was a huge improvement compared to just relying on Medic units.

Under his orders Groot stretched and shifted, merging into a sleek Bio Armor that covered his body as he moved towards the last spotted location of the small group on the map.

On his shoulders sat Linger and Thorny. Behind him, the two Beemen hovered silently, their wings buzzing as they soared upward, ready to target the gang members on their hoverbikes.

As the Bloodhawk gang closed in, the tension in the air thickened like a storm about to break.

The giant warrior, with his massive axe slung over his shoulder, stomped ahead of his group, his booming voice breaking the tension. "Come out and face me, cowards!" he roared, his voice echoing through the station's surroundings.

From her position, Shasha rolled her eyes, muttering, "Of course he's yelling again." Her mechanical eye whirring as it scanned the dark alleys and tunnels. "Idiot," she hissed.

"He's going to walk right into a trap." With a sharp gesture, she signaled her team to fan out, her orders crisp. "Cover the flanks. Keep your eyes peeled. If he screws this up, we're not going down with him, just retreat back on my command."

On the other side, unbeknownst to them, Korrin's group was already lying in wait, he was the first to make contact.

Leading his fire mages, he stepped boldly into the open, his fiery aura lighting up the dark station. The Blood Hawks in front stopped in their tracks, startled by the sudden appearance.

"You've made a big mistake coming here," Korrin said, his voice calm, flames danced around his hands, growing brighter with every step he took.

"Get him!" one of the gang members shouted, raising his gun.

But before they could fire, Korrin raised a hand, releasing a searing Wall of Flames that roared to life between him and his enemies.

The heat was intense, forcing the gang members to stumble back, only the Giant Warrior, stepped forward as his body grew taller and stronger with each step.

He crossed the huge firewall unscratched like a tank, his body swelling to nearly five meters tall. His skin thickened and turned stone-like, radiating an oppressive aura of sheer physical might.

In his hands, the massive axe he wielded seemed almost weightless as he swung it with a deafening roar.

Korrin narrowed his eyes, quickly retreating as the axe smashed into the ground where he had stood moments before, sending shards of concrete flying.

"Huge, but slow," Korrin muttered, his tone cool and focused. Flames danced around his arms as he circled the Giant, looking for an opening.

The giant warrior grinned, his deep voice booming. "Run all you want, little firefly. Sooner or later, I'll crush you."

Korrin didn't respond. Instead, he raised his hands, and a series of fireballs materialized in the air around him.

With a flick of his wrist, they shot forward, hammering the giant's broad chest. The explosions lit up the dark station, forcing the nearby gang members to shield their eyes. Stay tuned to m-v l|e'-NovelBin.net

When the smoke cleared, the warrior stood unfazed, his stone-like skin scorched but intact. He laughed, the sound echoing off the walls. "That all you've got?"

Korrin frowned. With a burst of speed, Korrin dashed to the side, creating another Wall of Flames to cut off the giant's retreat.

The heat intensified, the flames licking at the giant's legs and torso. Still, he pressed forward not harmed much, his axe cutting through the fire with a strong wind, dispersing most of the fire.

Korrin dodged again, using his agility to stay just out of reach. He countered with a Flame Bomb, the intense burst of fire knocking the giant slightly off balance.

Taking advantage of the moment, Korrin summoned a concentrated Firestorm, the giant roared in frustration, swinging wildly, dispersing most of it as the firestorm tore at his hardened skin.

Despite the small damage he took, he pushed through, his massive frame crashing toward Korrin like an enraged bull.

Korrin leaped back, narrowly avoiding the axe that split the ground where he had stood.

"This guy's too tough," Korrin thought, his brow furrowing as he planned his next move, everything happened so fast, but from the last firestorm, he already figured the intensity of the flame that can cause damage.

However, spells at that level take some time to finish, and put a heavy toll on his own body if he uses them continuously, but fights like these what makes his blood boil.

Right now his innate talent, '

Species Evolution Master'

was already in active status, although there were not many half-Drows around to provide a huge increase like when he fought against the Tier 4 Murlock, it still increased his attributes.

While thinking, he was also keeping an eye out for the sharpshooter and dodging the incoming attacks, according to Mai, Sid was also attacked while he was fighting against the Giant.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Half-Drows had engaged the Bloodhawk gang members. The surroundings erupted into chaos as spells, bullets, and blades clashed.

The Half-Drows fought with precision and unity, their Herd Mentality ability granting them unparalleled coordination.

Groups of two or three worked together to isolate and overwhelm their opponents.

Fireballs flew, shadow binds immobilized targets, and melee Half Drows closed in for quick, brutal kills.

Further south, Nyra and her shadow hunters had already begun their ambush. The patrol of five gang members walked casually, their guard down as they scanned the area.

They didn't notice the faint shimmer in the shadows behind them. Nyra signaled her team with a subtle hand gesture, and the hunters moved as one.

A shadow blade flashed, cutting the throat of the rear-most gang member. He dropped without a sound, his body caught by one of the hunters before it could hit the ground.

The next gang member turned, his eyes widening as he spotted the dark figures closing in. Before he could shout, a shadow tendril wrapped around his neck, yanking him into the darkness.

His muffled gasp was the last sound he made.

The remaining four finally realized something was wrong. "We're under attack!" one of them shouted, raising his weapon. But the hunters were already upon them.

Nyra herself struck with lethal precision, her shadow-infused sword cutting through armor and flesh alike.

With Quick Step, her movements were a blur, her Half-Drow bloodline and Battle mage characteristics amplifying her speed and spell power.

Within moments, the patrol was reduced to lifeless bodies sprawled across the ground.

"Move," Nyra whispered, her voice calm and commanding. The hunters behind her vanished into the shadows, leaving no trace of their presence.