The Arcane God-Chapter 107: Zachar, The Plant Druid [X]

One could't fight like this, it was too passive! Zachar thought as he retreated.

So, he immediately controlled the dozen or so vines and started to press down. He wanted to sweep in the petal storm to see if he could change the status quo.

If Hulin could be swept out of the stage in a way, it would save him a lot of trouble.

Just as Zachar controlled a dozen vines to rotate and press down, the dozen or so vines in the petal storm suddenly withered down one by one, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

What was the situation? This was the first time Zachar had ever encountered such a situation. How could the vines under his control suddenly wither? It was clear that he was constantly transporting essence to support it.

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There was only one answer, that was, Hulin must have some magic skill that could make the vines wither in an instant. This discovery made Zachar frown.

But at this moment, the Petal storm kept pressing towards him, and Zachar was about to retreat to the edge of the stage.

No, if it goes on like this, wouldn't he be pushed directly off the stage by the petal storm? Just, take the plunge. Zachar finally made up his mind.

Then the essence crystal in front of him kept flickering with brilliance. The seeds scattered on the stage before turned into fine vines, forming a dense trend on the stage.

And every thin vine was swaying around like a small snake, looking for a target. For a while, the arena seemed to have turned into a snake pond.

Found it! With the cooperation of essence and his powerbase, Zachar finally felt that there was a place in the storm of petals, and a large piece of fine vine had withered away, which was just enough for one person to move around.

He knew it must be Hulin who used some kind of magic of hers to make the vines wither.

Zachar immediately rushed into the storm of flowers, threw out the thorn whip in his hand, and went straight to Hulin's foothold and swung out.

Under the swing of the thorn whip, the petal storm was struck by Zachar into a straight passage. Seeing a figure appearing in front of him, Zachar was overjoyed and said to himself: Yea, she was here.

With the thorn whip in his hand, he shot straight at the figure in the storm of petals.

Just as the thorn whip was about to hit the figure in the storm of flowers, several hidden weapons suddenly shot from the opposite side. Seeing that the situation was not good, Zachar immediately mobilized the thorn whip to return to the defense, drew a few whip flowers, and shot down the hidden weapon.

He swept the place through the corner of his eye and found that the hit turned out to be a few flying flowers. The flowers were as big as an open palm, the stems below were more than a foot long, and the roots were sharpened.

The whole flower was as white as snow, and the flower was shaped like a blooming peony, very beautiful.

Zachar snorted, how many flying flowers wanted to hurt people? What a delusion! The thorn whip was thrown forward, and he searched for the withered place of the thin vine and swept it out again. The shadow in front flickered, and a few more flying flowers shot over.

Zachar stabbed the whip in a circle and shot down the flying flowers. Just when he wanted to hit the shadow again, he suddenly felt his head sink, his eyes were blurred, and his consciousness became dizzy.

No, it was the fragrance! As soon as Zachar rushed into the storm of flowers, he smelled a faint fragrance, which he thought was the fragrance of the petals themselves. Unexpectedly, this fragrance has the effect of charming consciousness.

No wonder Hulin had knocked down her opponents in the storm of flowers in the previous games, but she turned out to be fascinated. Zachar's mind shook slightly and he knew that he couldn't stay in the flower storm for a long time.

Just after taking two steps, the sound of breaking the air came from his side, and Zachar immediately stabbed the whip and swept away the flying flowers. But Hulin kept shooting over.

Under the long-term defense, there must be a loss. Zachar did not dare to take risks, and immediately caused the fine vines on the stage to swept towards the place where Hulin was.

At the same time, his thorny body moved, and he rolled out like a big hedgehog, and quickly rolled out of Hulin's reach. The flying flowers that hit were picked up by the long thorns on Zachar's body.

Seeing that he rolled around again, Zachar rushed out of Hulin's range, and suddenly there were two crisp bells in the flowery storm.

As the bell kept ringing, Zachar quickly coaxed his mind, and his consciousness seemed to leave his body at once. Then his output of essence was interrupted, and his three essence crystals suddenly dissipated invisibly because they lost the support of powerbase.

Zachar's thorny body was also released, and Zachar fell directly onto the table from a height of two or three meters in the air.

With a banging sound of the impact, Zachar began to fall. After this fall, his mind went blank.

While he was in pain, he didn't care whether he fell or not. He didn't know what Hulin was thinking, so he immediately rolled on the spot eighteen times. He couldn't tell the direction, so he just rolled out.

With seven consecutive fluttering sound, a long string of flying flowers stuck on the table behind Zachar. If it wasn't for Zachar being clever and rolling wildly before he could recover, he would have been put into a flower basket by flying flowers at this time.

After rolling out for seven or eight meters, he got up from the floor and looked up.

But before he could blink, a flying flower was inserted directly into his chest.

A figure in front of him suddenly became clear in the storm of flowers.

Hulin looking at herself with a smile on her face, holding a flying flower in her hand and pressing it on her chest.