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Chapter 430: Tree Fortress

Chapter 430: Chapter 430: Tree Fortress

“Hey, can you guys stop staring up there all the time? Look around, we’re already surrounded by monsters!” An NPC professional frowned, clenching his weapon and yelled.

“They’re just ordinary ghosts, not malicious spirits, what’s there to be afraid of!” Another NPC professional said disdainfully, but there was a cautious look in his eyes as he drew the longsword hanging from his back and held it in his hands.

The melee professionals took two steps forward, guarding the mage and ranged professionals behind them. Soon, this group of NPC professionals tacitly formed a temporary small team.

The surrounding mutated ghosts slowly drifted towards them, and within a five-meter range, the ghosts suddenly bloomed with a bloody glow, their eyes turned blood red, revealing a crazed and irritable expression. With a sharp scream, these mutated ghosts suddenly accelerated, pouncing on the NPC professionals, the battle was on the verge of breaking out.

Song Jian, at this moment, was standing at the edge of the graveyard, watching mutated ghosts slowly drift out one after another from the graves. It seemed endless, as they instinctively drifted towards the NPC professionals. Although they were slow, they would go crazy as soon as they got within five meters of a living person.

Watching countless white dots floating up, Song Jian couldn’t help but shudder. Fortunately, he had decisively left. Otherwise, being surrounded by a group of level 30 monsters, he might truly die here. After all, these mutated ghosts could launch spiritual attacks, and even if Song Jian could morph into a dark cloud, he couldn’t dodge so many ghosts’ “Soul Spikes” skill.

Seeing the countless white ghosts around them, the pressure on the group of NPC professionals doubled.

“Damn it, how long do we have to hold on!” An NPC Musketeer muttered, filling the gun chamber with silver bullets emitting silver light.

These were silver bullets specifically designed to kill soul-type monsters, with tremendous power, but the cost was high. After this battle, if they don’t get a rich harvest, this Musketeer might go bankrupt instantly.

“At most half an hour, this damn wooden box will fall down.” Mage professional Sophie looked up at the floating wooden box and gritted her teeth. “Half an hour? I think I can last at most for ten minutes!” an NPC warrior with a shield shouted and swung a long sword towards a mutated ghost.

The mutated ghost’s claws scratched the shield, making a sharp friction sound that was annoying to hear. The nearly physically immune mutated ghost rendered most of the warrior’s attacks ineffective.

“Sorry, everyone, I have to leave. If I keep holding on, I’m afraid I might stay here forever.” A short-statured halfling NPC said apologetically.

Then, his body gradually became transparent and eventually disappeared. The halfling thief directly cast an invisibility spell and began to accelerate towards the graveyard’s exit.

Once past the surrounding red-crazed ghosts, the ghosts in the distance were still in a confused state, unable to see through his invisibility. As a result, the halfling quickly left the area.

Leaving this graveyard meant giving up all the items in the wooden box above, but precious items could be abandoned compared to one’s life.

The departure of the halfling seemed to shake the entire temporary team, with several NPC professionals flickering their eyes, seemingly hesitating whether to leave as well.

“Hold on! The wooden box will only stay for ten minutes after it falls. Once we leave, we’ll miss this opportunity!” Sophie seemed to notice people’s wavering and immediately shouted.

Just then, the wood-textured guy suddenly roared, and his body quickly swelled up, his two legs transforming into roots that plunged into the depths of the earth.

“Su Te, you should have done this earlier!” Sophie’s eyes lit up with surprise, shouting towards the treant.

“Hold on!” Treant Su Te roared with a deep voice, transforming into a towering tree with a height of seven or eight meters. Numerous branches drooped from the sky, piercing into the soil, eventually forming a hemispherical tree fortress protecting everyone.

The tree fortress only left an opening wide enough for one person, acting as a wall blocking the mutated ghosts from the outside. The pressure on the group was greatly relieved.

“Well done, SuTe!”

“Thanks to you, Su Te. We won’t fight with you for the promotion certificate if there really is one in the wooden box!”

Transformed into an ancient tree, Su Te withstood the attacks of more than a dozen mutated ghosts. His vitality points were decreasing at a visible rate, but hearing the shouts of the others, he still revealed a gratified smile.

Su Te had been stuck at level 30 for too long. Without a professional certificate, he could only stay at this level and would not be able to advance in strength. That’s why this item was a must for him. Every time the wooden box dropped, his figure wouldn’t be missing. However, he hadn’t encountered a single box containing a promotion certificate for so long. It could only be attributed to bad luck.

With Su Te’s help, the NPC professionals were reassured. Two healing professionals even kept casting healing spells on Su Te. As long as his vitality points were full, Su Te could continuously drop branches to form a solid tree wall protecting everyone.

Song Jian looked at the fighting NPC professionals in the distance, frowning. With this situation, they could definitely hold on until the wooden box fell. “Could it be that I’ve come here in vain?” Song Jian’s face turned gloomy. However, he soon had a sudden thought: “Since the wooden box is still floating in the air, why don’t I directly go up there!”

With a thought, Song Jian’s figure disappeared instantly, replaced by a large black fog that appeared on the spot. This fog enveloped an area of more than ten meters in diameter, but the fog began to roll towards the center as soon as it appeared. In no time, it formed a dense fog only three meters wide.

“This is the limit I can compress now!” Song Jian sighed in his heart. Although morphing into black fog also had attack effects, the most significant effect was still escaping, so Song Jian spent much effort on it.

If he wanted, he could scatter as a fog and cover an area of almost thirty meters. If compressed inward, it could also become what it is now—a three-meter- wide dense fog.

After turning into this three-meter-wide black fog, Song Jian slowly drifted towards the wooden box in the air.