Driving Wolves to Swallow Tigers

The White Bones Monsters suddenly seemed to get a shot in the arm. Their faces twisted into snarls, their momentum frenzied, they threw themselves at the giant one after another, crashing into it without regard for their own lives.

Their desperate charge was every bit as tragic as moths flying into a flame.

Compared with the giant, which stood over ten meters tall, the White Bones Monsters were hunched and only about a meter and a half to a meter sixty tall.

One White Bones Monster clinging to the giant looked as tiny as a sparrow perched on an ordinary person.

But how could there be only one or two of these frenzied monsters?

In almost the blink of an eye, the giant was covered in White Bones Monsters. They clung to its arms, shoulders, chest, waist, back, thighs, calves, and even its enormous head.

Like locusts descending on crops, they tore into the giant's body.

Fortunately, the giant's skin was thick and its flesh tough. With dozens of White Bones Monsters hanging off it, clawing, scratching, ripping, and biting, it still wasn't taken down in one wave.

Instead, the giant gave its whole body a shake, flinging most of them off.

A few stragglers clung stubbornly to it. The giant roared again and again, grabbing a White Bones Monster and yanking it off like a stubborn bandage.

The giant's massive hands were so thick that a White Bones Monster looked like a piece of tofu in its grasp.

It squeezed them carelessly in its palm. With a series of crisp cracks, they were crushed to pieces.

But the White Bones Monsters seemed completely mindless, as if they had no idea what fear was.

Even after the giant shook them off, even as one White Bones Monster after another was