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Crack! Crack! Crack!
The towering trees swayed their massive bodies, creating a series of sounds as wood chips and fibers splintered apart.
Once transformed into treants, their height of several ten meters was greatly reduced, and their superfluous limbs fell off one by one.
Under Old Li's control, these newly transformed treants took root around the perimeter of the campsite.
They greedily absorbed the nutrients from the surrounding wasteland and shrubbery, turning the lush greenery into withered yellow decay.
In the end, the area surrounding the campsite became a silent and barren landscape.
"Magic changes lives, more convenient than mere technology."
Matthew silently mused to himself as he watched the soldiers returning to the campsite one after another, his eyes filled with a touch of relief.
Today's victory in battle indeed carried a measure of drama and luck.
