In a few hours, the result was still a stalemate as ever. Demon with his few compatriots was constantly shaving off the bark, trunks, and branches of a tree, reducing the area of the domain under the main tree to be less and less.
Tuphor was a legendary wood timber tree. Its wood was famous for not rotting for a long period, and combined with its majestic hardness, it would not be wrong to call it the King of trees.
Only elemental energy could shave off its body, which was exactly what Demons were doing. Suddenly, the leader took out his powerful attack to develop a crater of soil around himself as protection from sharp vines, and root thickets.
He yelled to the boy who was sitting still under the main trunk, silently gazing at what was left of the forest around itself. Sadness was apparent on its face, even if he won this battle it will be at what price?.