Dozens of corpses of swamp crocodiles and spiked alligators lay afloat on the waters around the large mangrove tree. The corpses of Magi were also found amidst them.
It was a tough and brutal battle. While all the magical beasts had been slain, only about a dozen Magi were still left standing. All of them warily eyeing one another.
At this point, it didn't matter even if the Magi were of the same race. Because this was the final phase of the battle, it was every man for themselves.
Slowly and steadily, they made their way closer to the mangrove tree. There was still one final hurdle to cross before they could get their hands on the fruits.
The moment the Magi came within range, the roots of the mangrove tree that had been soaked with blood, came alive and viciously struck at them. The roots were thicker than an adult human's forearm and were extremely fast.
