Watching the Mogu statue, over five hundred meters tall, move felt great to Herad.
The feeling of crushing everything in his path was absolutely incredible!
The mechs over a hundred meters tall in Pacific Rim were mere tin toys before the Mogu statue.
At the statue's feet, panic-stricken Mogu soldiers were desperately fleeing.
But this enormous Mogu statue was no slow-moving Kypari Treant.
Despite its immense size, it was as agile as an ordinary person.
One casual kick sent a group of Mogu soldiers flying.
Blood streamed from all seven orifices of the soldiers it kicked away, their internal organs already shaken to mush.
Yet their tough stone skin kept their bodies from falling apart.
At the sight of the corpses hurtling toward them like cannonballs, another Mogu army heading for the battlefield lost its nerve.
Their footsteps stopped in unison.
The corpses that landed on the ground had twisted limbs, like rag dolls broken through rough play.
These wretches who had died such miserable deaths had never had a chance to strike.
A single kick from that enormous statue in the distance had left them in this pitiful state.
That statue, like a humanoid hill, was clearly not something their side could fight!
But when they thought of those damned Pandaren shamelessly controlling a Mogu statue to attack them, the Mogu soldiers burned with fury.
Using our own guardian against us-that was going too far!
For all that civil war had left these Mogu in shambles, appearances were deceiving.
They still had the resolve to resist foreign enemies.
Back then, it was only because Lei Shen had died suddenly and the kings had fallen into a struggle for power and profit that the Pandaren peasant uprising had succeeded.
Although the Mogu dynasty had been overthrown and had signed a