Giant Spirit Clan

Several months later.

Across a boundless, savage wasteland, battle cries shook the heavens. Everywhere, the air was thick with a bloody, violent aura.

Two armies clashed upon the endless plains. On one side were several hundred Giant Spirit Clan members, dozens of zhang tall, accompanied by a dense mass of low-ranking giants. On the other were tens of thousands of Human Race Cultivators.

The cruel war was like a meat grinder, endlessly harvesting cultivators from both sides.

Heaven-reaching spells, the thunderous roar of Spirit-Energy Cannons, and the glowing screens of formations flashed across the battlefield in a dazzling riot of colors.

The largest of the Giant Spirit Clan members at the head of the force stood over a thousand zhang tall, and they were clearly cultivators above the God Transformation Stage.

Some of these giants resembled lava colossi, some towering treants, while others looked like enormous demons. Their forms varied greatly.

Yet their combat strength was terrifyingly formidable. The divine abilities and spells unleashed by the Human Race struck the giants as though scratching an itch, incapable of inflicting the slightest harm.

On the contrary, these horrifying giants could crush swathes of Human Race Cultivators to death with a casual stomp, turning the battlefield into an Asura hell.

After flying for several months, Qin Ming had ridden the Icy Netherworld Sparrow through the starry void beyond the domain and crossed an incomparably vast distance, finally arriving at the border between the Kunlun Domain and the Giant Spirit Clan.

The place where the two races were fighting was called the Blazing Fire Wasteland.

After arriving, he had secretly observed the area for several days. It was clear that these Human Race Cultivators were no match for the giants.

It often took the deaths of many Human Race Cultivators just to barely