The giant's skin was a dull, earthy brown, covered in dense, maze-like stripes that resembled the growth rings of a tree. His chest muscles bulged out in thick, hard lumps, looking from a distance like blocks of rough granite.

  Knees and elbows were covered with sharp thorns, although only as long as a dagger, but as sharp as a triangular bayonet, Yang Lin had no doubt that they could penetrate the hardest human skull in an instant.

  The weapon in the hands of the giant wooden man was so massive that it was suffocating, and it would be more accurate to say that it was a huge log rather than a giant version of wolf fangs. It was even thicker than the beams used to build houses back home. Yang Ling had no doubt that with one swing, even the latest T92 tank would be smashed into a pile of scrap metal.

  Shocking, it's really too shocking!

  Yang Ling was stunned, and the black-clothed warriors were even more terrified. The Ku Mu Guardians were the protective gods of the forest spirits, tall and sturdy, with boundless strength. Although they knew it was very likely that they would encounter such a terrifying guy, the black-clothed warriors never thought that the long-haired beauty would suddenly summon twenty-five of them at once.

  Under the command of the long-haired beauty, the withered wooden guardian strode towards the black-clothed warriors with a loud "Boom, boom, boom", kicking up a large cloud of dust with each step. Although the movement was slow, each step was over ten meters, and in the blink of an eye, they rushed to the front of the black-clothed warriors.

  One stick knocked down, like a thunderclap, a dull "boom" sound, smashing the black-clothed warrior who couldn't dodge in time along with his mount into a puddle of flesh and blood, rolling out puddles of scarlet blood.

  Caught off guard, the black-robed warriors frantically flapped their cloud-stepping boots or lion-eagle wings, desperately trying to take to the air. The withered treants before them may not have advanced yet, but their sturdy bodies were still not something these swordsmen could handle, except for the accompanying mages, no one else could heavily injure these elemental guardians.

  Under the cover of the withered tree guardian, the elves launched a desperate counterattack. The dark green long arrows were like dense raindrops, continuously shooting the nearby black-clothed warriors into hedgehogs. For a moment, morale was greatly boosted.

  Before they could even take to the air, some black-clad warriors were terrified as they rode their flying beasts dodging left and right, but soon they discovered that all of this was in vain. Either they were shot by the elves like hedgehogs or slapped down by the withered wood guards like flies. Then, as a footboard the size of a tractor pressed down, they were ground into thin meat patties, making Yang Ling's skin crawl.

  According to the reconnaissance report of the Angle Beast, there was no ambush from either side nearby, which made Yang Ling feel much more at ease. He didn't want to risk his own life just to watch a commotion. This world was too crazy - rabbits could spit fire, pythons could spit water, and now even trees could become spirits. Who knew what kind of monster he would encounter next?

  "Swift Wind Technique, now!" As the withered wooden guardians charged forward unopposed, the terrified young man shouted loudly, "All mages retreat, cast Swift Wind Technique on the warriors, quickly!"

  After the heavy loss, the gloomy young man was exasperated, staring at the long-haired beauty holding a dark green staff on the ground, gritting his teeth in hatred. According to the mercenary's intelligence, this was just a small branch of the Elf tribe, and he thought it could be easily broken through, but unexpectedly there were so many withered wooden guards.

  "Ibis, you'll be sold to the cheapest bidder after this, and you'll have to take in 70 or 80 barbarians a day!" The young man cursed viciously. Unless these beautiful young elf maidens were sold to various nobles or ..., they would not be able to make up for the losses of this time, otherwise they would lose big.

  After getting the order, several magicians wearing long robes rode Griffin Lions again into the air. After repeatedly confirming that they were out of range of the Elf Warriors' bows, they stopped and chanted in a low voice to cast Wind Speed on the Black-clad Warriors. Suddenly, the Black-clad Warriors gained wings like tigers, easily dodging the slow-moving Withered Wood Guardians and biting their teeth straight at the Elves who were not good at close combat.

  Yunyao and the lion eagle's speed was originally fast, and after being blessed with the swift wind technique, their speed became even more astonishing. Some elves were caught off guard, and in an instant, they were beheaded by a black-clad warrior descending from the sky. Others fared worse, being torn alive into two halves by the lion eagle, which was as large as a cow's head, with fresh blood, brain matter, and intestines splattering all over the grass.

  Staring at the murderous black-clothed warrior, the long-haired beauty commanded the withered wooden guards to charge forward fiercely. However, the opponent had cast the Swift Wind Technique, making their speed extremely fast, and often by the time the withered wooden guards raised their large clubs, the black-clothed warriors would already be riding their lion-griffin mounts to fly away at an angle. It was like trying to scoop up fish with a bamboo basket - they couldn't even touch one for half a day.

  "Sophia, gather all the Kuromori guards quickly!" The old man in the center, directing the scene, had a sudden movement in his heart. Since the Kuromori guards were unable to catch up with the opponent's shadow, it would be better to concentrate on defense instead.

  As expected, after gathering the twenty-five Dryad Guards, the situation changed dramatically. Under pressure from the thick and long wooden clubs of the Dryad Guards, the black-clothed warriors did not dare to swoop down low, while the elf warriors hid behind the Dryad Guards, bending their bows and shooting arrows at the black-clothed warriors within range one by one.

  "Frostbite, freeze these withered wooden guards!" After circling in the air for half a circle, the young man loudly gave the order. Along with the murmurs of several magicians, soon the temperature around them plummeted, and even Yang Ling, hiding on the treetops, couldn't help but shrink his neck.

  As the wizard's incantation was heard, feeling the increasingly turbulent magic in the air, the old spirit who was directing from the center turned pale with shock. The Withered Wood Guardian has not yet advanced, and cannot attack aerial targets. If it is frozen and unable to attack ground targets, the consequences will be unthinkable.

  "Elder, we'll stay behind and cover your retreat. If you don't leave now, it will be too late!"

  After gritting his teeth, a spirit warrior with a full quiver of long arrows stood up. However, before the old man could give an order, the magicians in the air simultaneously raised their right hands, and snowflakes like goose feathers fell from the sky, freezing the slow-moving wooden guards into ice sticks in the blink of an eye.

  Wow, ice sculpture?

  After shaking off the chill, Yang Ling once again calmed down the cornered beast that had been stirred up by the smell of blood, while also circulating his internal witch power to ward off the cold. Watching ice sculptures was a pleasure, but being frozen alive into a specimen by someone else was a completely different matter.

  As the withered tree guardian was unable to move, the black-robed warriors' morale greatly increased, and they frantically rushed towards the elves.

  "Hah! Looking for death!" The young man slit the throat of an elven warrior with one stroke, and loudly ordered: "Kill all their men, plunder all their property, and tie up all their women for me!"

  A young man wearing heavy armor, with a gloomy gaze, rode a Griffin amidst the crowd of guards, charging left and right. After dispersing the formation of the spirits, he charged straight towards the long-haired beauty.

  "Damn it, don't kill the young spirit women, they're all money, tie them up." The young man loudly rebuked a warrior who had killed with his eyes wide open, and was gazing at the beautiful female spirits with a lecherous look. "Hey, brave warriors, today let's have a good time with me, Imiya!"

  After understanding the young man's meaning, the black-clad warriors let out a loud roar and launched a frenzied attack on the retreating elves. Some of them even went wild with lust, tearing open the clothes of the female captives on the spot and pouncing on them with ferocious faces.

  "Let me go, you beasts, let me go!"

  After being tied up by several black-clad warriors, the long-haired girl struggled with all her might. Seeing that Grandfather was desperately trying to rush over to rescue her, and looking at the young man who was approaching step by step with a flirtatious expression, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

  "Haha, beautiful girl, I'm here!" Looking at the heavenly-like young girl, Ymiria **** burst out laughing and rushed over, "My little beauty, don't worry, brother will take good care of you!"

  "Ah...., my eyes!"

  "Ah, Jackalope, save me!"

  .....

  Just as the long-haired girl was about to close her eyes in despair, suddenly, the black-clad warriors beside her shouted loudly with all their might, their eyes bleeding profusely, and they fell to the ground rolling around recklessly. She opened her eyes to see that many horned beasts were frantically tearing at the black-clad warriors' eyes and foreheads.

  At a critical moment, Yang Ling dispatched an army of demonic beasts that had caught wind of the bloody smell and were itching to move.