Master Anthony's white hair and beard rose without wind, and his clothes were bulging with surging magic power.
As his magic robe blew up, powerful muscles containing explosive strength suddenly appeared.
Roland sighed inwardly, who says mages have poor physical fitness?
With such physique and strength, the old man could rival knights.
Without sufficient strength, one simply cannot support the physical consumption of casting magic.
With Anthony going berserk, Roland was not in a hurry to intervene.
Although the Tree Demon yielded, what subdued the Golden Tree Demon was the threat of death and the lingering prestige of Elf Sylph, not true submission.
It was just as well to let the master give these blockheads a taste of power, lest they think the human race is powerless.
Under Anthony's overwhelming menace, the Golden Tree Demon reluctantly withdrew its disguise, revealing its Golden Ginkgo Tree form in broad daylight.
