This scene was all too familiar.
The last time they fought the Ant King, Akira had summoned two Nen beasts with equally strong auras!
Especially upon seeing this orange figure—one he had never encountered before—Ging was left speechless, silently grumbling to himself.
'Just how well do you actually know Akira, old man?!'
'His Nen beasts are practically endless!'
'He's never once revealed his full strength.'
Ging thought he had grown accustomed to it, but reality proved otherwise.
Every time Akira summoned an unseen immensely powerful Nen beast, he couldn't help but be stunned.
Just how many Nen beasts does Akira have?
And where does his power truly peak?
These were destined to remain unsolved mysteries.
But one thing Ging was certain of—Akira was a freak!
.....
The treant's body jerked violently as an overwhelming sense of despair crashed down upon it!
The crushing, earth-like pressure felt like an insurmountable mountain, filling it with dread.
Even the black mist clinging to its body froze momentarily, the tendrils meant to restrict movement dissipating outright.
It was forcibly disrupted—Landorus's Intimidate ability in its Therian Forme rendered the treant incapable of maintaining its powers.
In that instant, all greed vanished from the treant's mind, leaving only one thought—
Escape!
Landorus hovered in the sky, currently maintaining its Therian Forme.
Like Shaymin, its form change wasn't as troublesome as the Principle—it only required expending a portion of aura.
In this form, Landorus's head remained largely unchanged, though its eyes appeared more pronounced.
The clouds that once formed its lower body now wreathed its four legs, and its whiskers had shifted slightly to cover its mouth.
The spikes on its head had elongated, and a beige gem now rested within the pink pattern on its belly.
If its Incarnate Forme exuded solemnity, its Therian Forme radiated sheer dominance.
"Laaaaan—doruuuuuussssss!"
Landorus hovered midair, its paws planted firmly on nothingness, its tiger-like eyes glaring sharply as it unleashed a thunderous roar!
The treant, already desperate to flee, was paralyzed with terror at the sound.
It immediately attempted to retreat.
Unfortunately, the treant's massive size made swift movement impossible—escape was never an option.
Seeing the treant still trying to run, Landorus's expression hardened.
With a powerful stomp against the void, it surged forward—Countless earthy-yellow streams of aura erupted violently, illuminating the surroundings of Landorus by several degrees.
A rich, earthy aura permeated the entire area.
The ravaged ground beneath, previously distressed by the Treant's appearance, was instantly nourished by countless nutrients.
This was the breath of the God of Harvest!
When Landorus soared across the skies in its Therian Forme, every patch of land it passed over would become vibrant and fertile.
Bringing life to the earth!
Then, out of nowhere, grains of yellow sand began to materialize in the air, accompanied by scorching gusts of wind.
The blistering wind carried countless grains of sand, each imbued with tremendous force.
In an instant, it coalesced into a swirling tornado in the sky, hurtling toward the opposing Treant.
The Ground-type move: Sandsear Storm!
Alarm bells rang loudly in the Treant's mind, its withered wooden eyes flashing with unmistakably human-like fear.
The black mist around its body grew frenzied, and the roots beneath its feet sprouted at a speed far beyond normal.
"Boom! Boom! Boom…"
In the blink of an eye, massive branches burst forth from the ground, intertwining and weaving together in midair.
The pitch-black branches were now countless times harder than steel, and the wall formed by their intricate lattice was nearly indestructible.
This was the Treant's desperate defense against the Sandsear Storm!
The colossal wooden wall stood tall upon the earth, its construction—from the first branch to its final form—completed in mere moments.
After executing this move, the black mist around the Treant visibly diminished, a clear sign of the toll it had taken.
"CRASH!!"
Under the tense gazes of all onlookers, the Sandsear Storm collided head-on with the wooden wall, unleashing an earth-shaking roar.
It was less like a storm hitting a barrier and more like a colossal hammer slamming down.
The impact was deafening.
The powerful wind pressure, along with the relentless barrage of sand, violently destroy the "impenetrable" wooden wall.
The ground beneath trembled violently, as if a giant beast were leaping upon it.
Dust and shattered stones bounced wildly from the tremors.
The Treant's sense of foreboding grew stronger, its regret over its earlier choices deepening.
Had it not been blinded by greed, it wouldn't now be trapped in such dire straits.
But regret wouldn't solve anything.
The Treant could only press its hands against the wooden wall, channeling more black mist into it.
Hoping against hope that the wall would withstand this terrifying assault!
Yet, fate had other plans.
"BOOM!!"
The sandstorm proved unstoppable, breaking through the wooden wall and surging toward the horrified Treant.
The terrifying storm mercilessly shredded the Treant, sending countless fragments of leaves and branches raining down from the sky.
A faint crimson glow flickered within the storm, inexplicably igniting wisps of flame across the Treant's body, which soon spread uncontrollably.
Burn status!
Ging's fiery fist had only managed to leave a single scorch mark on one branch.
Yet the searing effect of the Sandsear Storm effortlessly set the entire Treant ablaze.
The difference was night and day.
The Treant struggled desperately, but its body was vanishing at an alarming rate.
Some parts were torn apart by the storm, others reduced to ashes by the flames, scattering in the wind.
'NOOOOOOOOOO!'
Whether it was an illusion or not, everyone heard a heart-wrenching, agonized wail.
A cry filled with nothing but regret.
After persisting for a short while longer, the treant's life force grew increasingly faint until nothing remained at all.
"BOOM!"
Its massive body collapsed with a resounding crash, sending up clouds of dust that swept across the surrounding area.
What remained of its form was mercilessly consumed by flames, gradually turning to ashes until it vanished completely.
The hill-sized body crumbled into countless embers, scattering across the land and becoming nourishment for countless plants and flowers.
Thus, the legend held true—wherever Landorus visited, the harvest would surely be bountiful.