C311 Unable to Even Protect Himself

"I am the Wood Lord!" With another sweep of his hand, the Wood Lord brought the vines crashing down like a collapsing mountain upon the old man.

The elder had no time to flee before the vines crushed him.

"Alas, such a loss of an inheritance!" The Wood Lord lamented, aware that the old man was a bearer of ancient arts, an inheritance now vanished from the world