Devil Fruit: Invincible from the Tremor-Tremor Fruit

Long Ye.

Mu Bai retracted his gaze, he had heard of the other party's deeds.

The surname is Long, could it be that he is also from the Long family of Xingshen City?

The freshmen of Shenhai University stood on the playground, their eyes focused on the ancient portal that was slowly opening. This door seemed to connect to another time and space, emitting an alluring mysterious light, attracting them to step into it.

As freshmen, they were both curious and a little nervous about the ancient battlefield dungeon. This was their first time to participate in such a large-scale dungeon activity, and everyone hoped to gain something in this adventure and show their strength.

As the portal opened, an ancient and mysterious atmosphere came to their faces.

The freshmen smiled at each other, encouraged each other, and then stepped into the portal one after another. Their figures gradually disappeared in the light, as if they were swallowed into another time and space.

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In the ancient battlefield dungeon, a terrifying and desolate scene came into view. The sky was filled with heavy dark clouds, as if they would never dissipate, and the ground was covered with all kinds of waste and broken weapons, which were traces of fierce battles.

The most frightening thing was the countless burial pits. These pits were of varying depths, some could only bury a few bodies, and some were bottomless, as if they could swallow all life. And the pits were densely packed with skeletons. Some of these skeletons were complete, some were incomplete, and some even held their weapons tightly, maintaining their fighting postures before death.

The existence of these skeletons made the entire ancient battlefield even more gloomy and terrifying. Their empty eye sockets seemed to be telling of their past tragic experiences, and their tightly clenched teeth seemed to be cursing this endless war.

A cold wind blew, bringing with it waves of gloomy whistling sounds, as if countless wronged souls were crying and shouting. These sounds intertwined together to form a sad and tragic elegy that echoed throughout the ancient battlefield.

The freshmen of Shenhai University stepped into this terrifying place, and their faces were full of solemnity.

In the vast land of the ancient battlefield, every freshman of Shenhai University was particularly eye-catching. There was an illusory score bar floating above their heads, transparent and bright, as if it was a high-tech magic mark.

These score bars showed different numbers, which were the points they got from killing monsters in the ancient battlefield. Every time the freshmen successfully defeated a monster, the numbers on the score bar would jump and increase, accompanied by an exciting sound effect, as if announcing their bravery and victory.

The monsters were of different shapes, some were hideous and terrifying, and some were huge, but they were all the source of the freshmen's points. The freshmen either fought alone or in teams, using various combat skills and strategies to fight fiercely with these monsters.

Every time a monster fell, a brilliant light would burst out, which was a symbol of increased points and a reward for the freshmen's efforts.

"Kill! Kill these monsters and skeletons and you will get points!!"

In the desolate land of the ancient battlefield, a large number of freshmen from Shenhai University are busy shuttling between the ruins. Their eyes are sharp, always alert to the movements around them, looking for those lone skeleton monsters.

These skeleton monsters, once warriors on the battlefield, have now turned into unconscious undead, wandering around. Their bodies are broken, and their bones are covered with traces of time, but they still retain their fighting instincts in their lifetime, and are full of hostility towards any approaching creatures.

The freshmen are in groups of three or five, some holding weapons, some chanting spells, and launching offensives in tacit cooperation. Whenever they find a lone skeleton monster, they will quickly surround it and launch a swift attack. Between the flashes of swords and shadows, the skeleton monsters let out a shrill howl, trying to break free from the siege, but they often quickly collapse under the joint attack of the freshmen.

As the skeleton monsters were killed one by one, the numbers on the scoreboard above the freshmen's heads continued to rise. Their faces were filled with smiles of victory, and they exchanged encouraging glances with each other.

On the distant horizon, a dark wave suddenly surged. It was not an ordinary tide, but a terrifying torrent composed of countless skeletons. They were densely packed, as if endless, and each skeleton exuded the breath of death, with cold light flashing in the empty eye sockets.

This wave of skeletons swept towards the position of the freshmen at an alarming speed, and the roaring footsteps were like the death knell of the doomsday, shaking everyone's heart. The freshmen were still excitedly exchanging combat experiences, but at this moment, the smiles on their faces froze instantly, replaced by deep fear and despair.

"Run!" Someone shouted, breaking the brief stalemate. FreshmenThey woke up from their dreams and turned around and ran. They threw away their weapons and ignored their companions' shouts. They just wanted to escape from the terrifying skeleton wave as soon as possible.

Their figures shuttled quickly on the desolate ancient battlefield, but the skeleton wave seemed to have life, following them closely and approaching. Every time they looked back, they could see those hideous skeleton faces getting closer and closer, as if death was within reach.

This sudden change plunged the freshmen into unprecedented panic and despair.

In the desolate and dark ancient battlefield, the skeleton wave swept in like a doomsday catastrophe. Countless white skeletons gathered together closely, forming a wave of undulating waves, and their empty eye sockets flickered with green ghost fire, as if they were the undead army from hell.

Some of these skeletons were wearing tattered armor and holding rusty weapons in their hands, as if they had been brave warriors in their lifetime; some were left with only exposed bones, and their sharp finger bones were like claws, exuding a chill. They marched in unison, accompanied by the sound of bones colliding with each other, and rushed forward.

Wherever the skeleton wave passed, there was a dead silence. The breath of death emanating from them made the surrounding air heavy. Whenever the wave surged, the white sea of ​​bones was like a moving hill, giving people an incomparable sense of oppression. And those green ghost lights flickering from the eye sockets were like the eyes of the devil, peeping at every life in the dark.

In this terrifying atmosphere, even the bravest people would feel fear in their hearts.

On the desolate and ancient battlefield, dust was flying, and the breath of death was filled among the ruins. The freshmen ran around in panic, their faces full of fear and helplessness, as if they were completely defeated by this sudden disaster.

The skeleton wave surged like a tsunami, and the ruthless hands of bones reached out to every fleeing life. The freshmen cried and struggled, but they seemed unable to escape the trick of fate.

However, at this desperate moment, Ruan Lang stepped forward. He did not choose to escape, but resolutely faced the skeleton army. At the moment when the two were about to collide, Ruan Lang's body changed drastically.

His skin became rough like bark, his body expanded rapidly, and finally turned into a towering giant tree. This giant tree stood in the center of the battlefield, like an indestructible fortress, blocking the invasion of the skeleton wave for the freshmen.

The branches of the giant tree coiled like a dragon, and each leaf exuded a mysterious light. The roots broke out of the ground, flexible like tentacles, tightly wrapped around and crushed the skeletons rushing in the front. Every time the light on the leaves flickered, several skeletons were turned into dust in the light.

Under the shelter of the giant tree, the panicked freshmen gradually regained their composure.

"Hahahaha!!! These points are for me alone!"

Ruan Lang, who had transformed into a giant tree, stood tall. His body had turned into a towering tree with luxuriant branches and leaves, covering the sky and the sun. At this moment, facing the swarm of skeletons that were pouring in like a tide, he did not show any fear.

Suddenly, the roots of the giant tree began to surge, and the roots hundreds of meters long broke out of the ground like a giant dragon, winding and circling, rushing towards the skeleton group at lightning speed. These roots were flexible and powerful, waving in the air like tentacles, exuding powerful power.

With the fierce bombardment of the tree roots, the skeleton group suddenly fell into chaos. The white skeletons shattered under the impact of the tree roots and turned into debris on the ground. The originally uniform steps of the skeletons have now become chaotic, and panic and chaos are spreading rapidly among them.

The giant tree that Ruan Lang transformed into did not seem to be satisfied with this. The roots continued to swing wildly, and each bombardment turned more skeletons into powder.

On this ancient battlefield, the collision of tree roots and bones and the cracking of skeletons intertwined to form a thrilling symphony.

As time went on, the group of skeletons gradually collapsed under the fierce attack of the tree roots.

"Fuck, so powerful! Is this a natural or superhuman strongman?"