The Giant seemed to sense the threat. It roared again and again, trying repeatedly to smash Tang Changsheng to death. But what use was its enormous size when it moved so slowly?
Tang Changsheng closed in. Panicking, the Frost Giant lifted a massive foot and stamped down at him.
Tang Changsheng only sneered. He neither dodged nor retreated, but lit the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp and waited for the foot to fall.
Boom! As though a spark had struck gasoline, Wishfire surged up and set the entire Frost Giant ablaze. It became a towering human-shaped torch that lit the black smoke. An instant later, its Essence Soul was drawn into the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp.
The Frost Giant's screams seemed to linger in the air. The other Frost Giants took fright and vanished without a trace.
The Frost actually stopped!
In that short span of time, the others had killed four or five Shaman God Essence Souls.
After all, those who had dared to act were the elite of the elite, the most capable among them.
Yet no one looked pleased.
After the thunderstorm and Hail, everyone was still shaken. No one knew what they would face next...
Tang Changsheng and the others slowly withdrew and regrouped with Lu Yuanzhen's party. A heavy silence hung over them; clearly, everyone understood how serious the situation had become.
"I wonder where Senior Brother Ying Tiecheng and the others are, and what they've run into," someone said with a quiet sigh.
"And who knows what dangers are waiting below..."
As they spoke, the ground began to shake beneath their feet.
Everyone's expression changed at once. An Earthquake? If so, they were in real danger...
And what they feared came to pass. The ground shook harder, cracks splitting open and widening.
It was as