Chapter 1342

Found it, he had found it, but the Strange Tree's combat power was a bit beyond the Monarch's expectations. When he punched and exploded the sixteen-limbed Strange Tree in front of him, the puppet-like Strange Tree-men behind him had already brandished two newly grown limbs and pounced fiercely, while more Strange Tree-men began to grow limbs that had never existed before, ready to launch an attack at any time.

The Monarch instinctively observed the situation around him, taking in every detail.

The Monarch's combat skills were very strong. Many times, he didn't rely on level suppression; he could also kill enemies by relying on skills. Where did these skills come from? They came from the most meticulous observation of the battlefield and the enemy.

He noticed the Strange Tree that had just been exploded. The wreckage of its body fell to the ground, and the ground composed of thorns immediately extended root-like things, piercing into the wreckage and quickly sucking it clean.

He noticed that the puppet-like Strange Tree-men around him were recovering their ability to act one by one, as if some consciousness had been projected onto them, starting to control them to grow new limbs.

He noticed that some parts of the entire thorn group began to wither, but some parts grew rapidly, growing more Strange Tree-men. This completely different change seemed to indicate a large transfer of energy.

He also noticed that the newly grown limbs of the Strange Tree-men only kept their original state at the very tip, while the part from the tip to the body was much thinner, as if all the essence had been concentrated at the tip, and the limb part couldn't care about strength.

These observations were captured in the lightning-fast battle. In this process, the Monarch exploded dozens more Strange Tree-men, one punch each.

At this time, the Monarch suddenly realized why the Strange Tree-men had to concentrate their essence at the tips of their limbs, because they simply didn't have the opportunity to launch a second attack. It didn't matter how the limbs grew, as long as they could stab the tips out. Being thinner could also save some energy.

The Monarch was observing, and the Strange Tree was also adapting and evolving.

Since he knew the Strange Tree-men's strategy, the Monarch immediately made corresponding adjustments, his hands holding the void—Death Scythe.

The Death Scythe could hook souls, but in essence, it was a soul weapon condensed from chaotic mist, and it was also very sharp when used directly to cut people. Since they gave up limb strength for the sake of attack, then he would just attack the fragile limbs.

Besides this, the Death Scythe was also condensed to be particularly long. The Monarch swung it very fast, and the Strange Tree-men were cut like vegetables before they could get close.

The Strange Tree-men further away broke off their limbs and threw them over with all their might—limb javelins.

The Monarch wanted to dodge, but with a thought, he didn't dodge, but instead met the tips with his arms. He wanted to see if the limb tips that the Strange Tree had gone to great lengths to strengthen could really cause him damage.

Bang! The tip hit the Monarch's arm and exploded violently. The power was great, but after the fragments splashed away, and he looked carefully, the Monarch's arm was unscathed.

Measuring the power of the limb tips, the Monarch immediately knew what was going on in his heart. He swung the Death Scythe even more fiercely, opening and closing, and no more Strange Tree-men could get close to him. Only those tips that had been broken off and thrown could hit him in a small number.

It was mainly too dense, which reminded the Monarch of the Skeleton Sea. It turned out that what was denser than the Skeleton Sea was the Tree Sea. The Strange Tree-men were like moths pouncing on a fire, fearless of death, wave after wave, endless.

Those Strange Tree-men killed by the Monarch had their corpses fall to the ground, and they would soon be absorbed by the roots, becoming nutrients to catalyze new Strange Tree-men.

Such an intense battle, and it actually had a trend of becoming a war of attrition? The Monarch thought for a moment, abandoned those Strange Tree-men, stepped into the air, and slammed into the plant wall.

He went out the same way he came in. The Monarch smashed fiercely all the way, smashed through the sphere formed by the thorns again, and arrived at the void outside.

It seemed that this thorn sphere was its main body. Smash.

Just like when the Round Great Demon King was building a road, wherever he passed, regardless of whether there was a road or not, he directly crushed out a straight big road. Repeating this, the Strange Tree-men's numerical advantage vanished.

The huge thorn sphere was smashed by the Monarch into a straight hole. Countless thorns were trying hard to grow, wanting to fill the hole, but before it could finish repairing, the Monarch turned around and smashed toward the thorn sphere again, smashing out another straight hole.

Repeating this several times, the Strange Tree-men's legs had grown into spring-like legs. With a few jumps, they caught up with the Monarch and broke off their limbs to throw them over.

The Monarch withstood the limb javelins, smashed all the way into the center of the thorn sphere, and rushed out from the other side.

The thorns began to spread out, no longer forming a complete sphere, but extending more vine thorns and new branches, making itself "fluffy." In this way, not only was it not easy for the Monarch to smash through the thorn sphere, but he might even get trapped inside.

The Monarch immediately changed his strategy, stomping his feet fiercely on the fluffy thorn sphere. Boom!

This was not any move, but the stepping on air when a Mourning-level skeleton moved in the void. However, deliberately adding force to stomp, the space at the landing position exploded instantly, exploding along the fluffy thorns. The landing position was stepped into a big pit, and the fluffy thorns inside were broken inch by inch.

Both sides fought wits and courage like this, constantly changing moves, trying to exert their own advantages. I don't know how long it had passed, the Strange Tree suddenly stopped, no longer fighting back, letting the Monarch smash its branches.

And its voice sounded in the Monarch's ear: "I have already killed several black crystal skeletons, but I can't move the Star Skeletons. Obviously, you have no essential changes compared to black crystal skeletons, just a little more energy reaction in your bodies, but your strength has undergone earth-shaking changes. Can you tell me what this change is called?"

"Not telling you." The Monarch replied, concentrating on smashing things.

He would be stupid to tell the other party. This Strange Tree's sixteen-limbed form had a black crystal on its back. If it mastered the secret of the Star Skeleton and turned the black crystal on its back into a chaotic black crystal, it would be even harder to deal with.

Because the Strange Tree had already given up and no longer restored the broken parts, the thorn sphere shattered very quickly.

Taking advantage of the fact that he hadn't been completely smashed, the Strange Tree continued: "I have already completed a transaction with your companion. Perhaps we can also conduct a transaction. You tell me how to become a Star Skeleton, and I will pay some things you recognize."

"I want the skeleton of the King of Empress Feilie. Go and kill him," the Monarch said.

The Monarch's unyielding stance made the Strange Tree silent.

The Monarch also stopped talking, continuing to concentrate on smashing things. However, as he smashed, he discovered that some parts of the thorns had already lost their activity. On the surface, they still looked hard, but when he smashed them, he found that they were already decayed and unbearable.

It seemed that the Strange Tree had completely given up and was withdrawing its last strength.

The Monarch had long been mentally prepared. Like an existence like the Strange Tree, it was no longer easily killed. Losing such a huge branch was enough for it to feel the pain for a while. As long as he continued to destroy its branches like this, it would become weaker and weaker, and finally become an insignificant plant.

The last part of the thorns was about to be shattered, and the Strange Tree's voice sounded again: "The King of Empress Feilie might be here."