The Blood Giant's severed arm grew back again, as if it were completely uninjured, but everyone keenly sensed that with the regrowth of that arm, the Blood Giant's body had clearly shrunk by a full circle.
The rebirth of its severed arm was obviously consuming its reserves—and the consumption was anything but small.
Everyone's eyes lit up. Without any need for discussion, everyone present was a veteran of countless battles and naturally knew what they should do now.
And so they all made their moves, attacking the Blood Giant's six arms. Some tried something different and went for its legs and head instead, and the scene became even livelier than before.
In the earlier battle, because they had taken each other's consumption into consideration, the Nine Provinces cultivators had held back somewhat when they attacked, afraid that if they exhausted themselves too much, they would be unable to wear the Blood Giant down. If that really happened, then this battle would likely end in the Nine Provinces camp's defeat.
But now they held nothing back, because they had discovered a better way to grind down the enemy.
The Blood Giant probably had not expected that the six arms that had originally been its unique advantage would now become the key to victory for the Nine Provinces cultivators.
In an instant, more than a hundred of the Nine Provinces' top powerhouses split into nine battle groups, each greeting one of the Blood Giant's arms, or its thighs and neck.
The Body Cultivators and Weapon Cultivators charged at the front, drawing the Blood Giant's attention and resisting its ferocious counterattacks, while the others activated the power of their Secret Techniques and Spiritual Treasures, freely displaying their own methods.
Deafening booms rang out without end, and lights of every color flew together.
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