Jiang Yang and Kuafu were locked in fierce combat.
Likewise, the giants of the Kuafu Tribe and the cannibal tribes were fighting fiercely against the Fuxi Clan alliance.
In this era.
The ancient tribal warriors had no armor, their upper bodies mostly bare, wearing only animal hides. Once fierce fighting broke out, casualties were immense.
Whether stone knives and bone spears or bows and daggers, all were deadly weapons.
Thrust into the bodies of tribal warriors without the slightest protection, they left bloody holes.
The warriors from the Fuxi Tribe suffered especially grievous casualties. They had committed almost everyone capable of fighting, all to wipe out the giant Kuafu.
This was a battle for their very survival, but one could imagine that after this battle, the Fuxi Tribe would inevitably decline.
The Great Sun slowly moved west.
Sunlight spread across the green and yellow earth.
On the battlefield, fewer and fewer people remained standing.
But visibly, the situation was growing increasingly favorable for the Fuxi Clan alliance.
The cannibal tribes Kuafu had forcibly gathered had long since been battered back to their true selves by the prolonged, intense fighting, quietly fleeing one after another.
They had only come under the giants' coercion, so naturally they would not fight with all their might. They slipped away whenever they found an opportunity.
Although the remaining giants were extremely powerful individually, they gradually fell at a disadvantage as several tribal warriors surrounded and attacked each of them.
And at the very center of the battlefield.
Jiang Yang held the Sword in the Stone, darting back and forth as he traded blows with Kuafu.
His extraordinary combat awareness even allowed him to conserve stamina with every movement, putting every ounce of strength where it would serve him best.
Kuafu, however, was beginning to feel