As a second-generation member of the Tree Tribe, Alcra's talents were rather terrifying. His room system was like tentacles that pierced the air. He was able to employ the Origin Power of this dimension to trap Merlin.
With Merlin's abilities, he knew that it would be challenging for him to break Alcra's binding in a short time.
"Fire!"
Merlin waved his hand and the Four-Elemental spell fusion exploded instantly. Raging flames and thunder rippled out in all directions. However, Alcra was different from the previous nine Saplings. The net of roots that Alcra had woven was not completely incinerated by the exploding flames. Instead, it glowed with an emerald light, and held on.
"Spell fusion? You Spell Casters really have some incredible techniques. However, you can't possibly break away from my binding, so die!"
The green glow of the Tree Folk Alcra grew even brighter. One by one, robust roots of immense vigor uncoiled toward Merlin like tentacles.