Carrying the Giant Treant

The demon Ghoul flapped its wings, leading John over to the scene.

The smaller giant Treant was desperately struggling to break free, roaring in pain and anger.

"Roar! Roar!"

But the suppressive force of the two other giant Treants was overwhelming. If it had been just one, it might have had a chance to struggle.

Now, no matter how much it thrashed, there was no sign of escape.

As it realized its efforts were futile, a sense of despair began to rise in its heart.

The tall and thin Ghoul had already taken action. The moment it saw the giant Treant fall, it agilely climbed onto its body, reaching the back of its neck.

Under the moonlight, its sharp claws gleamed ominously.

Without mercy, the tall Ghoul plunged its claws into the back of the giant Treant's neck, instantly piercing through its protective bark to reveal the vulnerable muscles and blood vessels beneath.