The rock giants were made entirely of obsidian-like crystal, magma-like patterns flowing across their bodies. Every one of them radiated a terrifying aura.
Ye Lin did not even need to look closely to know they were Quasi-Saints.
He was utterly unqualified to make a move against them.
The rock giants wielded long spears and massive axes, locked in an extremely fierce battle with a giant beast.
Yet in that brief gap, Ye Lin spotted other people.
Farther away, several hundred little people were fleeing in panic.
They stood only half as tall as ordinary humans, with pale blue skin, long pointed ears, and crude leather armor or clothes woven from plants.
They carried stone or bone weapons in their hands.
But people among them were constantly being blasted away by the aftershocks from the clash between the giant beast and the rock giants.
Others were struck by scattered boulders and died on the spot.
Ye Lin silently observed the scene, rapidly analyzing it.
Suddenly, the giant beast in the center of the battlefield seemed to have been enraged. It threw back its head and let out a long roar, and the spikes on its turtle shell lit up all at once.
Countless golden beams shot from the spikes, indiscriminately sweeping across the battlefield.
The three rock giants moved at once, joining forces to raise a crimson barrier that barely blocked the beams.
They could block them, but the little people were not so fortunate.
Wherever the beams passed, dozens of little people instantly vaporized, not even having time to scream.
The remaining little people grew even more frantic. One group of roughly thirty of them was driven by a beam to the desolate land at the edge of the basin.
Behind them lay a bottomless abyss; before them were the