Until a certain moment.
"Pu-cha!" The long spear pierced through the chest of the dragon-shaped man, the Great Tree Guardian gazed resolutely at the man in front of him, as black flames flickered in his eyes, signifying an unparalleled madness, with a cruel and excited curve to his grinning lips.
This dragon-shaped man was mad.
"I've lost," Xi Mu admitted defeat, "You really are a tenacious bunch." His body ignited with black flames, and before everyone's eyes, he turned to ash.
The invader... was dead.
The Great Tree Guardian withdrew his spear, his look still carrying a tinge of disbelief; he hadn't expected to be able to slay Ahtal, considering the invader's crazy and violent aura made him feel he might die in combat at any moment.
"Perhaps he had reached his limit," said another Great Tree Guardian who rode up on horseback, explaining to his bewildered comrade, "To fight with such high intensity, it was almost a miracle."
