The First Dragon God-Chapter 110: Evolved Rank Devourer Tree (II)

Above, the tree began gathering energy.

Golden veins pulsed through its trunk, the same light gathering in its uppermost branches.

Then, dozens of razor-sharp roots began twisting together, forming something massive.

Leo’s eyes widened as he realized what was happening.

It was about to launch its strongest attack.

If he didn’t get out now, he was dead.

Desperation surged through his veins. He gritted his teeth, reaching deep within himself, forcing his body to move despite the exhaustion.

If strength alone wasn’t enough… then maybe he needed to fight fire with fire.

Leo immediately activated [Berserker’s Roar].

A powerful shockwave of raw energy erupted from his body as he let out a deafening battle cry.

The surrounding air shook. The very ground trembled beneath him.

For a split second, the golden mist around him wavered, thinning out.

The sudden burst of force loosened the soil around his legs, giving him just enough room to push off with everything he had.

With a fierce yank, he broke free.

The moment his feet hit the ground, he sprinted forward, straight toward the core of the tree.

The monster reacted instantly, hurling its massive, condensed root attack straight at him.

Leo didn’t stop.

He raised Nightshade and charged.

He knew that this was his last chance.

It was all or nothing.

And as the monstrous attack barreled toward him, he swung with every ounce of strength he had left.

Nightshade met the incoming attack with a force that sent a shockwave through the air.

The impact was deafening.

For a fraction of a second, the world seemed to freeze.

Then, the collision erupted.

A violent burst of energy exploded outward, tearing through the surrounding ground, sending shards of bark and debris flying in all directions.

Leo felt the force of it tear through his arms, the sheer power behind the attack rattling his bones.

But he didn’t let go.

He couldn’t.

The tree pressed forward, its massive root attack still pushing against him, trying to overwhelm him completely.

His feet dug into the earth, his muscles screaming in protest.

He gritted his teeth, his grip tightening around Nightshade.

He wasn’t going to lose. Not here. Not now.

With a roar, he shifted his stance and pushed back.

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The root trembled—cracks splintering across its massive surface.

Then, with one final, desperate surge of strength, Leo drove his blade deeper.

A sickening crack split through the battlefield as the massive root snapped in half.

Leo barely had a second to breathe before the ground beneath him quaked violently.

The tree screeched—an unnatural, horrifying sound.

The golden veins pulsing along its trunk flared like dying embers, flickering wildly.

Leo knew what was happening.

He had wounded it—badly.

But it wasn’t dead yet.

And it was about to retaliate with everything it had.

The tree’s entire structure shifted, its branches contorting unnaturally.

The golden mist thickened once more, forming dense clouds of toxin that rapidly spread across the battlefield.

Leo staggered back, already feeling the numbing effect trying to creep into his body.

His breath came in sharp gasps. His limbs felt heavier than before.

The tree seems to have realised that it can’t win against Leo, so it was now preparing to take him down with it.

Roots erupted from all sides—jagged, spear-like limbs shooting toward him with terrifying speed.

Leo dodged, weaving through the attacks with whatever little strength and stamina he had left. But he was slowing down.

His movements weren’t as sharp as before. Same with his reflexes weren’t as fast.

A root grazed his leg, slicing deep enough to tear through flesh.

Another clipped his shoulder, sending fresh pain lancing through him.

His vision swam. He knew that if he didn’t finish this now, he wouldn’t get another chance.

Through the haze of battle, his gaze locked onto the tree’s pulsing core at the base of its trunk.

That was it. That was the weak spot.

It was flickering, the golden glow dimming. The tree was weakening—but it wouldn’t die easily.

Leo tightened his grip on Nightshade.

One final attack.That was all he had left in him.

Leo forced himself forward, dodging through the onslaught of roots.

One barely missed impaling his side.

Another wrapped around his arm for a split second before he slashed it away, burning his flesh with its acidic sap.

His breaths were ragged and his body was screaming, but he kept going.

Closer.

The core pulsed, sensing his approach and the tree reacted violently.

A massive root slammed into the ground in front of him, blocking his path.

But Leo didn’t slow down.

Instead, he planted his foot on the thick root and used it as a springboard, launching himself into the air.

He raised Nightshade high above his head.

The tree’s branches screeched as they twisted toward him, trying to intercept him.

But it was too late.

With every ounce of power left in his body, Leo brought Nightshade down in a devastating arc.

The blade struck the core.

The moment it connected, the world seemed to implode.

A deafening shockwave rippled through the battlefield, sending out a pulse of raw force that shattered nearby debris and sent dust flying into the air.

The golden veins running through the tree’s trunk flared—then violently shattered.

For a brief moment, everything went still.

Then—

The tree let out a final screech—a dying wail.

Its massive form convulsed, its roots flailing wildly before collapsing in on themselves.

The once-majestic branches withered in mere seconds, their vibrant golden hue fading into a sickly brown.

The massive trunk split apart, cracking from the inside out.

The ground beneath it trembled one last time—

And then it fell.

With a thunderous crash, the entire tree collapsed into a heap of decayed wood, its lifeforce drained.

Silence followed.

Leo stood among the wreckage, his breath coming in slow, uneven gasps.

His entire body trembled. His vision was swimming, but he was alive.

And he had won.

The system notification flared before his eyes but he didn’t have the strength to read its content.

His body refused to move. The wreckage of the battlefield stretched before him, but all he could think about was… sleep. He let out a slow, shuddering breath… and everything faded to black.