Chapter 736: What happened here?

Not dead through and through? Ange was stunned. He had been using the scythe for over a thousand years; it had nearly become an extension of his body, striking wherever it was directed without the possibility of veering off target. This could only mean that the roots were extremely durable and not completely dead, still exhibiting a reflex similar to the shy plant's reaction.

Putting away the scythe, Ange reached out and tried to pull at the roots, but failed to break them. He then selected one of the thinner roots and, mustering his divine power, yanked it fiercely until it finally snapped.

Negris flew over in amazement, "These are incredibly tough, aren't they?"

Ange inspected the broken root and found it looked familiar. He hastily pulled out the whip he had seized from Kelerite and compared them closely.

Sure enough, the whip was entwined with many of these roots, the sort that had been processed and thoroughly toughened.