"How do you still have more!"
Panic finally appeared on Snow Amar's old face. The Withered Wood Demon's greatest weakness was its speed. If the Flame Burst Fruit were thrown their way, they would be nothing but sitting ducks.
Thus, Snow Amar quickly looked behind him but saw the Ghost faced Snake still clinging to the tree branch and Pit Rock fleeing in the opposite direction. Despair filled his heart.
"Brat, even if I die, I'll drag you down with me!" Snow Amar roared with a ferocious expression. "Withered Wood Demon, Giant Wood Stomp, crush that brat into meat paste!"
Tree roots rapidly coiled together, forming a massive foot. The Withered Wood Demon used its trunk to support its heavy body and stomped down towards the path the Ice Control Irenix was about to take.
