This long gown was given to him by Sandru. It's dirty and smelly, originally used to lay out corpses, and he even had to mortgage half a year of work for it.

  Asa thought Sandru was just talking nonsense and didn't take it seriously. However, he never cared about what he wore as long as he wasn't cold, although the robe had been dirty for so long that its original color could no longer be seen, but he still kept wearing it without changing.

  Fortunately, he didn't change it either. Now he knows that this long gown is actually only for half a year of hard work, and he really made a fortune.

  Just now when he shot a fireball at the vines around his waist, he was already prepared to be injured. But the fireball exploded and yet his clothes didn't suffer any damage. He immediately knew why he had been able to escape unscathed from that magic spell outside the forest.

  When the giant dragon spat out green flames, he had already withdrawn his hands and feet into his long gown and curled up into a ball. Just like when he was outside the forest, he felt the destructive magical force raging around him, yet he remained unscathed, only falling from the tall tree's shoulder and then being buried under the rising ash.

  When he heard the red-robed man's unpleasant laughter, he slightly raised his head from the ashes and saw that the red-robed man was walking towards the spring. He could see that the three leaves in the spring were what he had been searching for all along.

  Suddenly jumping out to grab the leaves and escape? Absolutely not, before he runs out of this desolate land, a light ball will explode on his back. Now the only way is to take the initiative first.

  The Red Cloak has already eliminated all the troublesome Tree People and Elves. Now, as long as they charge out and eliminate the Red Cloak, the fish in this muddy water will ultimately belong to them. He could also see that the magic just now had consumed a lot of the Red Cloak's energy, so if they were going to deal with the Red Cloak, now was the best opportunity.

  The knife fell on the grass outside the forest, and Asa saw a unicorn horn on the ground. The green fire had turned the unicorn's bones into ashes, but this horn was not damaged at all. So he jumped out of the ashes, grabbed the horn and rushed towards the red-robed man.

  When the red-robed man saw Asa jumping out of the ashes alive and kicking, he was even more shocked than when the cavalrymen saw the corpses standing up. But his gaze immediately fell on the long robe on Asa's body, and he quickly understood what was going on.

  "So he opened his mouth and shouted: 'Wait a minute...'"

  Asa didn't dare to wait any longer. This long gown could withstand magical flames, and perhaps even other magic, but it was still a very soft gown after all, not impervious to blades or arrows. He had just seen how the red-robed figure's glowing orb had blown massive trees to smithereens; that thing didn't even need to hit him directly, exploding nearby would be enough to shatter him into pieces. He couldn't wait for the red-robed figure to accumulate magical power for another blast like that.

  The Crimson Robe's movements were not swift, but barely dodged Asa's first attack. The edge of his mouth to the jaw was scratched by that sharp horn, and the skin on the side of his mouth fell off, revealing the dark gray teeth and skeleton inside, as well as some withered muscles attached to it like dry grass.

  Asa was getting anxious, the first blow didn't penetrate the opponent's head, as long as the red-robed man still had magical power left, now was the perfect time for him to gather it. Asa with a do-or-die momentum desperately used all his strength to charge towards the red-robed man's chest.

  "Listen to me..." The red-robed man retreated backward. Even though his teeth under his face didn't move when he spoke, the sound was squeezed out directly from his throat. He was flustered, and on that side, the golden light in the spring water had become increasingly intense, the spirit girl standing amidst it like a work of art cast in gold. If he didn't go now, he would miss his chance, so the red-robed man forced his voice out from his throat: "I am..."

  The sound had barely squeezed out halfway when it stopped, the unicorn's horn pierced through his chest from front to back, freezing all his movements and words in place.

  But Asa's face showed an unbelievable and strange expression.

  The unicorn's horn had indeed pierced the red-robed man's body. It should have entered through his chest muscles, between his fourth and fifth ribs, slanted across his left lung, through his heart, grazed his right lung, and exited from his back muscles. This was absolutely a fatal spot. However, he didn't feel any sensation that he should have felt from his hand, no feeling of the horn breaking into flesh, tearing muscle, and penetrating organs, as if this thrust had simply entered an empty cage, hollow and without force, only feeling like it had brushed against some twigs, dry grass, or even slid over a glass vessel.

  Then Asa immediately felt the red-robed person's withered hand gently touching his abdomen, and the light emitted was visible even without burying his head.

  A deafening roar, Asa and countless scorched earth flew into the sky together. The red-robed man also flew backward in recoil. The place where they originally stood was blasted out by the explosive airflow to form a large pit.

  Blood spurted out from his mouth and nose, as if it had long been tired of this body and was eager to rush out, leaving a trail on the ground along its trajectory. Asa could feel that there were many things mixed in the surging blood, probably his own liver, spleen, intestines and so on.

  Even if he had taken such a huge impact directly, the long robe that Shandru gave him was still undamaged. It was just that he himself could feel that the things in his abdominal cavity were almost like a pot of cooked miscellaneous soup, and even the abdominal muscles were shattered and mixed with those scattered internal organs.

  Asa didn't feel pain, nor did he feel fear, all he felt was death.

  It drew a weak arc in the air, bringing with it a trail of blood flowers that fell into the spring where the girl was standing, splashing water everywhere. One of the three floating leaves was blown out of the spring by the force of the water.

  The solar eclipse has ended, and the sun is shining again without any obstruction. The golden light in the spring water has also become dazzlingly strong, as if there was another sun inside the water. The spirit girl who had been standing still like a statue suddenly opened her eyes, looking at Asa who was lying at her feet with a look of shock and confusion.

  The red-robed man got up from the ground, and he saw the leaves on the ground. On the charred earth, that leaf was green enough to make all living things worship under it. The red-robed man picked up the leaves with his dry fingers without any vitality, and his fingers were already trembling.

  He looked up to see the golden glow in the spring water still shining brightly, but the original harmonious scene had disappeared. Asa's upper body was completely soaked in the spring water, with his two feet awkwardly propped up on the rocky edge of the spring, looking like a very leisurely person taking a bath. Meanwhile, the girl beside him was frantically trying to push Asa out of the spring water.

  A group of elves and treants appeared on the scorched edge again, rushing towards here. The red-robed man hastily turned his head to flee back the way he came.

  He held the leaf in his hand, stumbling and staggering, but the laughter he emitted was extremely proud and arrogant, like a wolf that had finally eaten all 100 sheep guarded by a shepherd dog.

  Even water couldn't isolate the unpleasant sound of Hongpao, and Asa, who was soaking in the water, felt that he had never failed so miserably in his life. However, it seemed that this was also his last time. He didn't catch any fish, but instead got caught himself.

  I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die.......

  The consciousness that once gave him the will and strength to overcome adversity now seemed as powerless as the mumblings of a dying man. No matter how much he yearned for it, he felt life slipping away from him bit by bit.

  It seemed like someone was pushing him hard, but he had no strength to care. His eyes were filled with a golden glow, and water poured into his mouth and nose, as if the light in the water was also rushing into his body. In this golden envelopment and fusion, his consciousness gradually blurred, feeling as if he had melted into the dazzling light.

  Dying in the sun...... This was his last consciousness.