Those two balls of fire were a sign that its consciousness was asleep. Now that they had brightened, did that mean its consciousness was returning?
The thought pierced everyone's heart like a blade of ice.
They were trapped in an impossible dilemma.
Move...
The White-Bone Giant's fist might come crashing down, and the spatial rifts would tear everything apart.
Stay still...
And wait for the White-Bone Giant to truly awaken, regaining its full consciousness and judgment.
Then it would no longer swing its fists on instinct, but attack consciously.
At that point, it probably wouldn't be a matter of a single punch, but both fists crashing down together, or even more terrifying methods.
What could they do?
Move, and they would die.
Stay still, and they might die even more horribly.
No one dared move.
Everyone stood frozen in place, not even daring to let their eyes wander.
Dead silence.
An even heavier dead silence.
And just then...
Chuff. Chuff. Chuff. Chuff.
A familiar sound came from the distance.
Yang Yong's ears twitched slightly, and his heart gave a sudden thump.
That sound, that rhythm, that frequency-he couldn't have been more familiar with them.
That sound?
It was...
Yang Yong glanced at Wang Ying.
That cold woman still wore the same indifferent look. Not a trace of expression showed on her delicate face, as though the desperate situation around her had nothing to do with her.
Had I guessed wrong?
Yang Yong couldn't help asking himself.
Yet as the sound drew closer, that sense of familiarity grew clearer and clearer.
That familiarity etched into his bones couldn't possibly be wrong.
And the Bone Mountain Giant heard the sound too.
"Chuff-chuff-chuff-chuff-chuff-chuff-chuff-chuff..."
The rhythmic sound kept coming.
Just then, someone asked, "What's that sound?"
It was the person least able to keep