Two hours had passed and the area Max, Wir, and Tor occupied was littered with the corpses of Treants.
Both Wir and Tor's abilities walked well against the Treants, depriving them of their terrifying regenerative capabilities.
Max was left with no choice but to deal enough damage to make the job easier for the two Elves to down the corrupted.
Over fifty were gone but this didn't mean that the job was done.
A race known as the guardians of the Deep End Forest wouldn't be so few.
Of course, the whole race wasn't affected but a good number was.
Unfortunately, the three individuals were already out of gas.
Due to that, they were forced to find a place to hide while recovering their strength.
Max took a deep breath as he spread his aura to scout the area.
The Treants were practically invisible due to sharing the same aura as the trees of the forest.
If not for the corrupted air about them, Max would have never been able to spot them.
