When that twisted tree suddenly appeared in front of them, an invisible repulsive force erupted right before everyone's eyes.
Even though the warriors reacted and tried to block it, all their movements were utterly useless; each of them was blown back a distance as if they'd taken a [Rejection] head-on, only coming to a halt when they crashed hard into the ground.
"What's going on? And what the hell is that?"
One warrior rolled up from the ground in a flash, and when he saw the scene before him clearly, his brows suddenly arched and the corners of his mouth unconsciously pulled into a grin.
"Hoh, isn't this just one big practice log."
"This is…..." Temude also looked toward the exact center of the circular arena, and his brows furrowed at once.
The Izalith Witch had vanished.
In her place stood a sky-piercing giant tree formed from countless twisted, gigantic branches.
