His thought process enabled a “Shash…” sound screeching in his mind.

  So that’s it!

  This tree was a defensive type, and its strength was level 14!

  M’bàti, by comparison, only had a meager four, so he’ll be crushed if he carelessly barged into this battle.

  And even if he could, does he even have any offensive ngùdi?

  Now he had to check this wondrous mysterious humanoid…

  What?

  His lovely Freeta can be captured?

  But what does that mean?

  However, the young mùkèlako couldn’t ponder about it when a strangled cry pealed through the air.

  A long gash jutting with blood bloomed across her chest as she tumbled away, but just as her foes’ branches slashed towards her, her shadow fire mastery ngùdi burst out, repelling them with hedging arcs of fire.

  The most severely impacted trees groaned in pain as they burned to death while the remaining half scattered a bit, then shuffled onwards to seal any potential escape.

  Shooting back on her feet despite exhausting most of her wùsù in that attack, her eyes darted on all sides, the plants unable to flee her sight.

  Her ragged breath, bloodied flesh and quivering claws showcased how she was on her last legs, if she couldn’t break away from her assailants.

  M’bàti wanted to help, but he was physically too weak to do anything.

  What ngùdi could he have to turn the tides?

  Wait…

  There’s an ngùdi he didn’t check…

  Hell yes!

  That’ll do the trick!

  Even though it wasn’t an offensive skill, it would help him evade fatal danger in the future!

  And that started with saving the very blessed Freeta with it!

  When M’bàti used the ngùdi, he felt as if the universe has pushed him forwards, arriving ten feet away without any ripple or noise.

  The opposing parties, still embroiled in their conflict, didn’t detect him.

  He used the skill a few more times, arriving right next to the female Alturix who was nearly skewered by the thorny branches.

  And as he reached her wounded hand…

  … the wooden limbs stabbed his chest as well.

  With a strangled cry, he grabbed Freeta’s hand, who stood like a deer in the headlights before him before they jumped away.

  Clutching his chest, he maintained the ngùdi until the furious cries of his enemies died away.

  He then let go of her hand while taking a deep breath.

  He had to heal himself.

  He activated the ngùdi ébango, his wounds closing before the Alturix ruby sight.

  “W-what? Who are you? What did you do?” she inquired with an elevated pitch in her tone. She then looked around. “Where are we? Where are the trees?”

  M’bàti inwardly smiled.

  At the very least, he could understand her.

  Which was a good thing…