A massive fireball flew toward the demonic tree in the distance.
The demonic tree seemed to come alive in an instant, rapidly waving countless tentacle-like branches, leaving behind afterimages and exploding the fireball in midair.
Boom!
But it was too late. With a loud blast, the fireball exploded. The resulting flame fragments set a large area of bones on the ground ablaze.
A furious flame began to burn.
The scorching heat made the demonic tree extremely uncomfortable. In particular, the branches that were in direct contact with the fireball began to burn, and it had to shed them to avoid igniting the main body.
"Elf, you have awakened my wrath!" The demonic tree's spiritual consciousness stirred furiously.
Even the whole tree trembled violently, waking countless vampire mosquitoes that had been sleeping in the nests on its body. "Kill him for me and drain all the elf's blood!"
At its command, countless vampire mosquitoes swarmed out of their nests, turning into a black wave and charging toward Thranduil.
At the same time, thousands of tree branches, like straight, sharp thorns, extended hundreds of meters and pierced toward him instantly.
Thranduil was well-prepared and quickly retreated. He soon left the demonic tree's attack range.
The greatest weakness of the mutated creature, the demonic tree, is that it's difficult, or even impossible, to move. As long as you stay out of its reach, it's helpless.
At the same time, countless vampire mosquitoes charged at him, but Thranduil resorted to his old tricks once again.
He waved his hands and raised four walls of fire to protect himself inside.
At the same time, massive fireballs condensed and crashed into the sky.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Accompanied by the explosion of fireballs one after another.
Waves of blazing fire swept through everything around. In the blink of an eye, countless vampire mosquitoes were burned to ashes, and charred corpses, densely clustered, rained from the sky like droplets.
At that moment, Thranduil felt the magical power in his body surging.
It was thanks to an enormous amount of "spoils of war."
The feeling was as refreshing as drinking an elixir.
On the other hand, the swarm of vampire mosquitoes that were directly hit didn't retreat, but continued attacking, even more frenzied than the night before, as if they would never stop until they had sucked every drop of elven blood in front of them.
Finally, a vampire mosquito of slightly higher level managed to break through the wall of fire under the "escort" of countless companions.
It was very close to Thranduil, who was defending himself from both them and the demonic tree's attacks.
Only one layer of fire shield remained in between.
Its sharp mouthparts pierced the flame shield, and at the same time, wind blades slashed through the air: magical abilities mastered by the vampire mosquito.
Under the attack, the fire shield around Thranduil shook violently, emitting a large number of sparks.
Thranduil, however, was not afraid and relied on his defense.
The level of these vampire mosquitoes swarming him wasn't low—basically mid-level threats when in groups—and they were generally intermediate magical beasts.
There were nearly a hundred of them, but even so, breaking through his fire shield was difficult. Most importantly, they were running out of time. The flames burning on the surrounding protective walls were constantly scorching them.
Even with magical power protecting their bodies, those vampire mosquitoes couldn't last long.
Indeed, after just ten seconds, the magical power of the vampire mosquitoes began to fade one after another, and their bodies were exposed directly to the flames.
The wings on both sides of their bodies burned first, and then their entire bodies ignited.
As time passed, more and more vampire mosquitoes couldn't survive. They turned into fireballs and fell around where Thranduil was manipulating the flames.
It's unclear how long it took…
The buzzing grew quieter. Most of the vampire mosquitoes fell during the charge. Suddenly, Thranduil saw some surviving vampire mosquitoes retreat, led by a one-meter-long vampire mosquito that was level seven.
This vampire mosquito was clearly the leader of the swarm. It was a high-level magical beast with a high level of intelligence.
Seeing it couldn't do anything to Thranduil, that monster leading the other demonic mosquitoes fled.
No matter how furiously the demonic tree roared as it saw its body set ablaze, it never backed down.
But at that moment, a flaming spear several meters long flew toward the vampire mosquito leader with lightning speed, pierced it instantly, and pinned it to a large tree.
The vampire mosquito leader screamed and struggled in misery. But it was in vain. Its body was soon engulfed in flames.
Seeing this, the other vampire mosquitoes panicked and fled.
But Thranduil launched more than a dozen massive fireballs in quick succession, only managing to kill a few and failing to wipe them out completely due to the demonic tree's relentless attacks. He could only watch as thousands of experienced mosquitoes escaped his sight.
"What a shame! My means of attack are still too inefficient." Thranduil acted with arrogance; he had limited his attacks so as not to damage the forest too much.
And also, considering his attacks were restrained, thanks to the fact that the intelligence of the demonic mosquitoes wasn't very high, he only needed to focus on the attacks from the demonic tree.
The only high-level magic he had used was the wall of fire, which is a defensive spell.
How could he have achieved such a record if the vampire mosquitoes hadn't been foolish enough to throw themselves into his arms?
After eliminating the monsters from the city center, I'll have to do some looting to see if I can find any magic books and master more magical skills...
At that moment, a rather large surge of magical power rose within Thranduil, who was now growing serious.
And with the rise of this magical power, Thranduil's level finally broke through, and his strength reached a new height.
His magic advanced by great leaps; his activated bloodline was granting him powers that could be considered otherworldly.
Another major breakthrough would make him one of the strongest on the continent. High-level mages are not ranked by numbers, but by aura and what one can actually do.
The same goes for fighter rankings—only by facing someone strong will you know your true level.
"My bloodline is terrifying… Both my magical strength and my magic reserves have reached several times those of level eight." Thranduil sensed the condition inside his body. After the great breakthrough, he was much stronger than before.
Although his techniques remained "unique," the power of each type of magic had increased proportionally.
"Now it's your turn!" Thranduil walked toward the demonic tree in the distance holding his magic wand.
The demonic tree trembled violently, and all its hanging branches twisted, as if suffering a seizure.
The fear of death is something all beings feel, even ancient trees like these that invaded the elven realm after its fall.
Its mental consciousness trembled, hoping it could escape the wrath of Thranduil, who was now enraged.
Thranduil lived in fury; the anger of seeing his race driven to the brink in a world that once belonged to his kind made him feel a tremendous rage.
And in every battle, Thranduil was ruthless with his enemies.
This is what the demonic tree was feeling—and the problem was, it couldn't move, as its attack range was very limited.
The worst part is that Thranduil is a fire-specialized mage.
As an old tree, what it fears most is fire. "Elf, I have lived for more than three hundred years, which has not been easy. We can live in harmony. I am willing to care for this forest for you, even tend the fruit trees you need..."
In fact, up to now, the demonic tree didn't know where Thranduil came from or where he was attacking from.
In the center of the ruins stood an ancient tree that was old and incapable of nourishing the elves. The elves had long since disappeared from these ruins.
"That won't be necessary! I have many elves who serve me!" Thranduil remained unmoved.
He raised his hand, and a massive fireball several meters in diameter flew toward the demonic tree.