Wizard of All Souls

In the Southern Wilderness Benzha Arena.

Sauron's body, limbs, body, head, ears, nose, mouth... There are young saplings growing vigorously everywhere.

The lush young saplings continued to grow with Sauron as nutrients.

What the young sapling absorbs is not only life force, magic power and physical power, but also spiritual power.

Sauron felt that his body was gradually weakening...

wrong!

In terms of physical strength and the energy contained in the body, with the continuous integration with the tree demon, it has become stronger in a certain sense.

But is that still Sauron's own body?

It was getting harder and harder to control his body.

"Wow-"

Sauron roared and struggled, trying his best to compete with the tree demon for control of his body.

But Sauron is human after all, even if he is the same as the dryad, he uses his life force to fight, and he can control his life force to a similar degree.

But humans and dryads are fundamentally different.

No matter how proficient a person is in aerodynamics, it is impossible for a person to compete in flying skills with an illiterate beast with wings.

"Aura of death!"

Sauron's body, which was originally filled with warm and radiant life force, instantly turned into a deadly aura that could corrupt all life.

Sauron was immediately bathed in gray-black flames.

When the energy of life was transformed into energy of death, the green saplings gradually turned black, but this did not mean that they were not corroded by the energy of death, but were absorbing the energy of death and growing vigorously!

Dead air is useless against dryads!

"Animation and death are one and the same. Faced with me whose control of life is not inferior to yours, do you think death will be useful?" The tree demon laughed.

Sauron knew that what the dryad said was true.

However, he didn't despair because the attack was ineffective, because he didn't expect the air of death to hurt the dryad. The air of death he transformed was just a preparation for the next attack.

"That's it!"

As soon as Sauron gritted his teeth, the aura of death spreading all over his body actually transformed into another darker and more terrifying energy—the power of withering!

If the air of death can only corrupt life, then the power of withering can corrupt all things, even stones, steel, and spirits will rot under the power of withering.

"Crackling..."

The withering power that rots all powers is constantly eroding Sauron's body from the inside out.

Internal organs, skin, bones, spirit... everything is suffering from the power of withering.

"Can you actually transform the air of death into the power of withering? And directly apply the power of withering to yourself? I underestimate you." The dryad's tone became serious, "However, your behavior is not the same as suicide. No difference."

"You and I must die today!" Sauron gritted his teeth and growled in pain.

Looking at Sauron who was bathed in the power of withering and hovering on the verge of life and death, Will remembered a joke.

S: Why do I have a fever?

Immune System: Because I'm Sick!

Human: Then why do you have a fever?

Immune system: Because the virus does not live long at 40°C.

S: But I can't live long even at 40°C?

Immune system: I admit that I have a gamble, but today you and the virus must die together!

At this time, Sauron and the dryad are like humans and viruses, the withering power is the immune system, and the pain they are suffering is a high fever of 40°C.

Who will die first, people or viruses?

Did Sauron die first or did the Dryad fail?

"Wow-"

Sauron hugged his body and squatted on the ground. His body, which was originally full of vitality, was now similar to a decayed dead wood.

The saplings growing all over his body were all withered and dead, and the screams of the tree demon kept coming out of his body, and the screams of the human and the tree demon were mixed together without distinction.

Just listening to it makes people feel scalp numb.

"Crackling... crackling..."

The sound of wood breaking continuously resounded from Sauron's body, like the cracking sound of wood burning in a bonfire, which made people worry about when Sauron would burn out.

It was ringing, and the sound suddenly stopped.

The people of the entire Cairo Empire stared nervously at the screen, watching Sauron squatting on the ground like coke.

Who survived?

Sauron or Dryad? Or did they die together?

After waiting quietly for a few minutes, Sauron's body trembled slightly.

The power of withering and the air of death were transformed into the air of life again. Under the nourishment of the air of life, Sauron's body slowly stood up, the scorched skin regained its vitality, and the rotten parts were reborn again...

Sauron has won!

After a while, the three-meter-high wooden Sauron stood up.

Sauron shook his neck "cracking" and seemed to be fine.

Although the battle between Sauron and the Dryad was extremely tragic, the consumption was not very high, and Sauron absorbed the life of the Dryad, so his body became stronger and his control over his vitality became easier.

"Is the dryad dead?" Quinn asked in a low voice.

"No, do you still remember the pollen that the tree demon spread at the beginning of the battle? During the battle, the pollen drifted with the wind to unknown places, where the tree demon will take root and sprout again." Wei Wei Er explained.

"Does that mean the battle isn't over yet?" Quinn asked again.

"If it comes back to continue fighting, the battle is not over, but will it come back?" Will glanced around and said to everyone: "Since the tree demon Aphesili is temporarily leaving the field, we will wait for three hours , and if it has not come back after three hours, Sauron wins."

After speaking, Will gestured to Sauron with his eyes to let Sauron take a good rest.

Although Sauron didn't consume much, the injuries caused by the withering power were not so easy to heal, especially the mental injuries, so one had to be more careful.

Although the Southern Desolate Five Hegemons said that it is okay to directly sentence the tree demon to lose, but Will still insists on his principles.

He is the best arbiter of fairness, justice, and selflessness—Captain Will!

while waiting.

Sauron sat cross-legged on the spot to recuperate his body.

...

The people of Cairo Empire in front of the screen were relieved.

In the previous battle between Repa and the orcs, they were shocked by the magnificent battle and the spectacular scene, but in the battle between Sauron and the dryad, they felt more depressed.

In a powerful force, at least you can fight with your life, you can resist, you can shout, you can die with dignity.

But what the hell is a dryad?

Just walk over unprepared and let you attack? After attacking, it can't hurt anyone? People still occupy your body in the next second?

Horror or not?

Great or not?

"That tree demon is too terrifying, isn't it? It actually took root and sprouted in your body without making a sound."

"Yes, how do you fight against such an opponent? Could it be that you can only harm yourself?"

"Fortunately, Lord Sauron was more skilled and beat that tree demon away."

The dryad is not only terrifying in ability, but also extremely powerful in survivability. How could it be resurrected by the pollen scattered before the battle? With so much pollen, so small, and covering such a wide area, who knows where it went?

Doesn't that mean that in order to completely kill the tree demon, the tree demon must not even have the time to sprinkle pollen?

They are all praying now, praying that the Dryad will not come back again.