Chapter 47: Self-Worship

  Actually, the number of high-level demon beasts in this forest edge is not many, otherwise Xanier wouldn't have to run so far to find demon beasts. The probability of a direct conflict between tree demons and iron-skinned barbaric cows is even more pitifully small. What guides their actions are just feelings, just instincts. So when the iron-skinned barbaric cows see the tree demons, they tense up because the tree demons' level is higher than theirs. And why the tree demons stop in their tracks is because of the number of iron-skinned barbaric cows. If there were only two or three iron-skinned barbaric cows, the tree demons would have charged down long ago.

  As they saw the unstoppable iron-blue torrent charging towards them, the two tree demons were visibly stunned. They stretched out their arms, and countless branches twisted and extended wildly, like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, trying to intimidate their opponent. Unfortunately, the Ironskin Barbaric Cows had very stubborn personalities - as long as they didn't get angry, everything was fine, but once they really got angry, nothing could stop their attacks except death itself; either they would die or their enemy would die.

  Seeing the intimidation had no effect, the two tree demons were somewhat flustered, continuing to wave their arms while retreating backwards, but their speed was pitifully slow. In an instant, the leading iron-skinned bull had caught up, its sharp horns charging straight at one of the tree demons.

  The tree demon wouldn't just sit and wait for death, its claws struck the iron-skinned barbaric cow first, wrapping it tightly with branches, but the inertia generated by the thousands of kilograms of body weight moving at high speed was too powerful. In a burst of cracking sounds, the iron-skinned barbaric cow had already broken out, its sharp horns deeply piercing the tree demon's body.

  That tree demon was in so much pain that it shook violently, and at the same time, another of its claws struck an iron-skinned barbaric cow. At this moment, other iron-skinned barbaric cows had already charged over, and amidst the thunderous roars, the tree demon's body began to shake violently like a lonely boat in a stormy sea. However, during battles, the tree demon would always plant its lower limbs deep into the earth, and when it came to stability of its base, no creature could compare with it. Although the iron-skinned barbaric cows' charging force was extremely fierce, they could only cause some fractures at the roots of the tree demon's feet, and it was almost impossible for them to knock the tree demon flying or knock it down.

  The melee erupted, with several iron-skinned barbaric cows surrounding the two tree demons and engaging in a fierce battle. In terms of attack power, the tree demons were far inferior to the Great Bear of the Earth. The tree demons relied on their numerous branches to entangle and kill their opponents, but the iron-skinned barbaric cows' armor was incredibly tough, making them impervious to the counterattacks. Once they lost momentum, at most they would be entangled and unable to move. It would be easier for the tree demons to wait for them to starve to death than to try and strangle them.

  A treant had two claws, but the ironhide minotaurs facing it had six heads each. At any given moment, two of the heads were free to attack, while the treant could only passively endure. The other heads that were entangled within its branches were frantically struggling.

  The outcome of the battle was clear from the start, the Tree Ogre was at a complete disadvantage, unable to kill its opponent and unable to escape itself, everything was just a matter of time. Even if the opponent were replaced by the Earth Bear, the Tree Ogre would not be so passive, using all its branches to entangle the Earth Bear and then exhausting it would have been possible, with the outcome being an unknown quantity.

  Moxinke was in the front, Han Jin was behind, and the two of them rushed forward with big strides. The little wild cow that had already calmed down suddenly struggled up again, and kept calling out to Han Jin as if asking him for help. However, Han Jin ignored it and ran past its side from less than three meters away. The little wild cow was disappointed and lay there, staring blankly at Han Jin's back.

  In an instant, Han Jin, Mo Xinkai and Xian Ni'er converged together, looking at the battle in front of them. Han Jin smiled and said: "It seems that we don't need to take action."

  "You're just someone who likes to be lazy." Xian Ni'er smiled.

  The tree demon's defense is not as perverted as the iron-skinned barbaric cow, but it's still very powerful. Without inertia, the iron-skinned barbaric cow's horns can't pierce their bodies and can only scratch against the thick bark. However, one or two scratches are fine, but after a long time, who can withstand it? It's like using a needle to prick someone - pricking once doesn't cause harm, but pricking 180 times in the same spot is no different from slashing with a knife.

  The tree demon's bark fell off, and a green liquid oozed out from inside. They were in agony, so they used their claws to entangle the attacking barbaric cow. However, the freed iron-skinned barbaric cow immediately launched a new attack, at most shifting the position of its injuries, having no impact on the battle situation.

  Han Jin and the other two looked very relaxed, especially Han Jin, who sat on the grass as if watching a movie. Sometimes he was indeed lazy and had a certain potential for eating big pot rice. Since sitting down could also bring gains, why bother exerting himself?

  After a while, the tree demon's resistance became weaker and weaker. Mo Xinko picked up his giant sword and laughed: "Now... it's my turn to show off!"

  Han Jin couldn't help but roll his eyes, ever since Mo Xinkuo mastered the fighting skills, he gradually developed a tendency of self-worship, always saying "Let me decide everything!" or "You dirty guy, let me show you what real fighting skills are!"

  "Get out of here, leave quickly." Han Jin said helplessly.

  Mo Xinke couldn't stop laughing, as if he had gotten used to Han Jin's arrogance. He was also accustomed to Han Jin's lack of courtesy, but his eyes revealed a sharp and piercing light, locking onto a tree demon. Then, his body moved swiftly, charging forward in a straight line.

  A blurry aura burst forth from Moxinke's body, and in the next instant, he leapt into mid-air, his long sword slashing downwards. As the blade danced through the air, it brought with it a brilliant light like flowing clouds, within which countless star points twinkled, like a resplendent celestial river descending upon the mortal realm.

  Without any warning, the upper half of the tree demon's body suddenly flew up into the air, flying over ten meters away. The lower half of its body quickly withered and fell to the ground. Mo Xikou landed steadily on the ground, slightly tilting his head to look at another tree demon.

  The tree demon immediately became flustered, using its last strength to throw out the two iron-skinned barbaric cows that were trapped, and hastily retreated. But it shouldn't have retracted its roots, as the exhausted and wounded tree demon could no longer maintain its balance, and was knocked over by the iron-skinned barbaric cows on the spot. The other several iron-skinned barbaric cows that had regained their freedom rushed up, making the tree demon into a plaything, one trampling it and another butting it, until the tree demon involuntarily rolled down the mountain slope.

  Moxinke's body leapt into the air again, chasing after the tree demon. In a burst of starlight, the tree demon was cut in two. The flowing cloud-like aura fell to the ground and vanished instantly without a trace. However, only those with the keenest eyesight could see that within the range covered by the aura, all the grass leaves and stems had become riddled with holes.