Start as a Spiritual Planter: I Have a Game Panel

"Finally, the Divine Spirit Tree's taking action." For the first time since the crystal cracked, Selina's fear faded away.

She was far more terrified of the Divine Spirit Tree's restrictions than of the fire phantom that absorbed the remnant power from the Divine Power Crystal.

It was precisely because of this that she didn't dare to enter the void space herself, opting to use a clone instead.

The fire phantom, however, wasn't giving up easily. It roared again, and with a desperate surge of power, a massive fire pillar erupted from its body.

The pillar's radius stretched tens of meters, reaching as high as the second floor of the void space and continuing above.

Flames twisted and crackled, lighting up the surroundings as the heat grew unbearable.

For a brief moment, the fire pillar gave the phantom, now fully awakened as Ignara, the Goddess of Wildfire, a short reprieve from the crushing pressure of the Divine Spirit Tree.

But that reprieve came at a steep cost. Most of the divine power the crystal had imbued into her was spent in that single, defiant act.

Ignara's fiery eyes sharpened with rage as her body stabilized, her consciousness fully awakening.

She stopped roaring, and her gaze darkened as she scanned her surroundings.

Her fury was palpable, she reached out with a flaming hand and caught one of the nearby Elite Half-Drow, absorbing its memories in an instant.

It was through this act that she finally grasped the full extent of the situation.

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Ignara's body flickered as realization hit her hard—so many of her devote believers had died, their lives wasted, all caused by unknown mortals.

"Mortals..." her voice echoed, a whisper of fury that reverberated like thunder across the battlefield.

Her anger grew tenfold as her fiery gaze searched for the one responsible for the massacre of her believers.

But the Divine Spirit Tree did not allow her the luxury of vengeance. The pressure surrounding Ignara increased, growing stronger and heavier with each passing second.

What once felt like an invisible mountain pressing down on her now became an entire world crushing her flame-born body.

The fire pillar that had risen so powerfully before suddenly vanished, snuffed out like a candle in a storm.

The weight of the Spirit Tree's power began to compress Ignara's colossal form. Her once-imposing figure started to bend and crack.

Flames that had burned so fiercely dimmed, and cracks spider-webbed across her now-solidified body of fire.

The sheer force of the Divine Spirit Tree's will was undeniable—unyielding, unrelenting.

Ignara snarled her voice a mixture of pain and wrath. "Damn mortals!" she bellowed, her body shuddering under the onslaught.

Flames burst sporadically from her body together with violent wind, but they were quickly extinguished by the ever-increasing pressure.

The ground beneath her feet fractured as her fire-born legs buckled, and more cracks splintered across her fiery limbs and torso.

The great fire goddess—whose mere presence had turned the ground to molten lava—was now being torn apart by a power beyond her control.

But as a remnant thought, there is nothing more she can do in her current situation.

Unable to find her target, Ignara let out a final curse, her voice dripping with bitterness.

"I let you win this time… but it won't be long before you suffer!" Her words rang out, spreading all around the second-floor ringing in everyone's ears.

Selina's lips curled into a wry smile. "That old Half-Drow underestimated more than just me."

Though far from safe, the battlefield was no longer the death trap it had been moments ago.

The fire phantom's awakening had been halted, and now, under the crushing pressure of the Divine Spirit Tree, it wouldn't last long.

Selina turned, ready to make a proper retreat now that the immediate threat had been neutralized—or at least contained.

However, her eyes remained sharp, because what the phantom spoke was the same as what the Half-Drow Leader spoke before he disappeared.

With a final roar of frustration, Ignara's body shattered under the crushing pressure of the Divine Spirit Tree.

As Ignara's fiery form continued to shatter and compress under the weight of the Divine Spirit Tree's pressure, her focus shifted upward.

Her flame-flickering gaze landed on a nearby second floor, where Ram and Mai stood.

Though she had been unable to exact vengeance on the main culprits behind the destruction of her believers, Ignara had found something else.

When her divine senses swept across the battlefield earlier, she had detected someone with an unusually powerful potential—a suitable vessel for her Soul Possession.

A vessel. And not just any vessel, but one with huge amounts of Life Energy and Spiritual power that can perfectly mask her presence.

Even as her consciousness teetered on the edge of destruction, Ignara's lips curled into a wicked smile.

"Haha, my lucky day," Ignara laughed darkly, her voice low and full of malice. "I found someone with excellent qualifications."

Her gaze fixated on Ram, who, standing beside Mai, watched the battle unfold below, completely unaware of the danger closing in on him.

To Ignara, Ram's powerful spiritual aura made him the perfect candidate for her escape.

The Divine Spirit Tree may have crushed her physical form, but her soul could still survive—and thrive—inside a new host.

watching the final moments of the huge creature, Ram thought as he laughed to himself, "If I think about it, I should also be considered the main culprit behind the downfall of this Half Drows, right?"

His chuckle broke the silence, catching Mai's attention.

"What are you laughing at?" she asked, casting him a sideways glance, her tone laced with curiosity and doubt.

Ram shrugged, his smile widening. "Nothing," he replied, keeping his thoughts to himself. "Just thinking it's over, and we're safe."

Mai's lips twitched into a faint smile, though she still seemed uncertain. "Yeah, it's over, I guess..." she trailed off, her sharp eyes scanning the battlefield below, making sure there were no more hidden threats.

But Ram's amusement was short-lived. As Ignara's body crumbled in its final moments, her consciousness broke free from the collapsing flames.

With a surge of remaining divine power, she cast off the last fragments of her flame phantom body and condensed into a flowing beam of light.

In that moment, Ignara had one target: Ram.

The light streaked across the battlefield with unnatural speed, unnoticed by the mechanical soldiers retreating from the chaos.

It shot upward, a blur of molten gold and red, aiming straight for Ram, who was still standing there, watching the battlefield, ignorant.

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