Rod was within the range of the willow Tree spirit's attack, and the negative effects of the willow spirit did not play any role for Rod.
As a result, Rod regarded it as a live target.
He could attack as much as he wanted.
"Roar roar!!!"
In willow spirit's a burst of angry roar, Rod's hands of arrows never stop.
"Whoosh whoosh!!!"
One after another, the flame arrows flew straight towards the real trunk of the willow spirit, and no matter how many wickers blocked it, they would in an instant be burned to ashes.
In just a few minutes, the willow spirit had become bare, and underneath the real truck, the ground had become a pile of ashes.
In the meantime, the HP of the willow spirit kept falling.
Now, its HP value had fallen by more than half, leaving only about 400,000.
"Hopefully, I will all be able to encounter this kind of wood wild monster in the future." Rod drew out two more flame arrows and muttered to himself.