On its enormous body, tens of meters tall, the originally bulging and ferocious muscles trembled and deformed wildly, like dough being kneaded.
Under the immense pressure of Gravity, even a level three slave cannot maintain their original physique.
Deformation, shrinkage
Their wrinkled, muscular bodies made them look uglier than the last.
Just moments ago they were about to pounce and kill the Thunderstorm Giant, but now every step they took made a heavy cracking sound. Their bones couldn't withstand the terrifying Gravity of 200 times and were in danger of shattering at any moment.
Facing the Thunderstorm Giant, which was only two steps away, these level-three slaves struggled to move forward. Countless slaves coughed up blood, their bodies as if they had been washed with blood, and every pore was a wound from their injuries.
There were also two slaves who had probably just been promoted to level three, each no more than thirty meters tall. They had just squeezed through the spatial rift, and as a result, large amounts of their flesh and blood were crushed into dust by 200 times the Gravity.
Their tenacious vitality kept them alive. With large amounts of exposed bones, they roared at the Thunderstorm Giant with throats that could not utter a sound. As they walked, flesh and blood kept falling off their bodies, as if some strips of meat that had not yet dried were hanging on a skeleton.
"Boom"
A swift, powerful hammer blow smashed the head of a level-three slave, whose body was over forty meters tall, into its chest.
Of all the slaves who squeezed through the spatial rift, he was the most arrogant and loudest. He couldn't help but attract the attention of the Thunderstorm Giant, who Shadow Walking through his shadow and suddenly swung the Godslaying Staff at an incredible angle, sending him back to his homeland in one move.
Within the Gravity Domain, Leo himself is unaffected by Gravity and can attack without restraint.
Even when he was able to unleash his full power, he was no match for these level-three slaves who were suppressed by 200 times the Gravity. Not only had the Gravity Domain brought them to the same level, but the actual attack power of these slaves was far inferior to that of the Thunderstorm Giant.
They had to use most of their power to resist 200 times the Gravity, leaving only a small portion of their power to deal with the Thunderstorm Giant.
The Thunderstorm Giant's attack power was already over 10,000, and they were already being heavily suppressed. How could they possibly be a match for the Thunderstorm Giant?!
"Boom"
With a sweeping hammer blow, the head of a level-three slave with over thirty meters of tentacles was smashed open, and the splattered brains, like a light drizzle, nourished the land below.
The Thunderstorm Giant's cold eyes swept across, surveying each Level 3 slave who stepped through the spatial rift.
The Godslaying Staff in his hand transformed into the most violent blunt weapon; no level three slave could withstand two rounds under its Godslaying Staff.
It seemed that Leo only made a move every now and then, and the battle was not intense at all; in fact, it could be described as leisurely.
But in reality, the battle was incredibly fierce, with the sixty-meter-wide spatial rift spewing out the slave army like a geyser.
Every moment, hordes of slaves rushed forward, their bloodshot, hateful eyes filled with boundless resentment.
However, Leo's Gravity Domain was too abnormal. No matter how many slaves were ejected, level one and two slaves would be instantly crushed, and countless drops of blood foam would nourish the earth like a torrential downpour.
And the sound of that body exploding was the most melodious thunder!
Looking up from the ground, one can see a waterfall made of blood cascading down from the sky; the rushing sound of the torrents seems like the final lamentations of slaves before their death.
Without level three strength, there's no need for the Thunderstorm Giant to intervene; 200 times the Gravity would be enough to kill them the moment they step out of the spatial rift.
" Thunder Blitz!"
The Thunderstorm Giant surveyed the slave army, then suddenly raised its Godslaying Staff. A bolt of lightning shot out, accurately killing a phantom creature within the slave ranks.
Only physical slaves are affected by Gravity, while semi-phantom and phantom creatures are Gravity.
The Thunderstorm Giant just killed a water-type spirit that had sneaked over using thunder magic.
This water-type Pokémon is only at level one, yet it can move freely within the Gravity Domain.
Unfortunately, the Thunderstorm Giant is not a melee-focused Body Refinement Wizard, but an Elemental Body Refinement Wizard whose exceptional affinity for lightning grants him outstanding lightning attack power.
Even though their elemental cultivation level is still only level one, the attack power of even a level one character already exceeds 3500 points, approaching 4000 points.
Although such attack power is far from comparable to that of a level two body refinement cultivator, it is still a terrifying existence that would make any First-Level Wizard weep.
He brandished the Godslaying Staff relentlessly, slaying one level-three slave after another.
Perhaps finding the distance to the spatial rift too great and the time too short to act, the Thunderstorm Giant stood directly in front of the spatial rift, practically face-to-face with the slave army on the other side, allowing the Godslaying Staff to be thrust directly in to strike.
Crackling with crackling lightning, and amidst the Thunderstorm Giant's excited roar, the Godslaying Staff unleashed its full power, becoming the most violent killing machine.
In the hands of the Thunderstorm Giant, the Godslaying Staff attacked indiscriminately from top to bottom along the spatial rift.
Whether you are a level one slave, a level two slave, or a level three slave, you are all within the attack range of the Godslaying Staff.
It doesn't matter if you haven't stepped through the spatial rift; you can still fight.
Amidst the afterimages of blue electric arcs, the Godslaying Staff lashed out wildly.
The Thunderstorm Giant, like the most diligent worker, dedicated all his passion to his cause: to free these tormented slaves as soon as possible.
Under the berserk power of the Godslaying Staff, which carries the force of thunder, the attack range expands to tens of meters. Level 1 slaves are blown to pieces just by being swept by the aftershocks of the thunder and lightning. Level 2 slaves are a little better off; as long as they are not hit in vital areas, they can barely survive. However, once a vital area is hit by the berserk Godslaying Staff, a Level 2 slave is also gone in an instant.
Only level three slaves can withstand the Godslaying Staff, or rather, level three slaves on the other side of the spatial rift are not afraid of the Godslaying Staff's attack at all. In fact, because the distance is too close, level three slaves can directly hit the Thunderstorm Giant with their attacks.
It seemed that a large number of corpses were constantly falling out of the spatial rift. These were the corpses of slaves killed by the Thunderstorm Giant, but the Thunderstorm Giant also had to withstand a considerable amount of attack every moment.
Ordinary living beings would have been blown to bits by such a dense barrage of attacks.
Despite the barrage of attacks hitting the eight-meter-tall Thunderstorm Giant before him, the wizard seemed to feel nothing. He didn't appear to be a creature of flesh and blood, but rather an unbreakable piece of steel.
These were the last words of a level three slave who had repeatedly struck the Thunderstorm Giant, as his head was smashed by the Godslaying Staff.
You do your thing, I'll do mine.
If I hit you, you'll die.
You can hit me, I'm fine.
It suffered at least hundreds of attacks, yet the Thunderstorm Giant remained lively and continued its assault.
With each tireless strike of the Godslaying Staff, countless slaves perished.
Under the attack of the Thunderstorm Giant blocking the entrance, almost no slaves could step out of the spatial rift. Only a few level three slaves struggled to step out amidst the Thunderstorm Giant's frenzied attacks, but they were quickly eliminated by Thunderstorm Giant 200 times Gravity.
"Roar"
The slave army was furious. This was the first time they had ever encountered such a humiliating situation, being cornered and beaten inside the gate.
Countless claws were frantically tearing at the spatial rift, which was only sixty meters wide, making them feel utterly stifled.
The dense army of slaves rendered them powerless to use their most powerful techniques. The crammed-in slave army could only watch helplessly as the Thunderstorm Giant's Godslaying Staff blasted through their ranks, leaving trails of blood and flesh.
If the battlefield had been spacious enough, they wouldn't have died so miserably.
Many slaves died without ever seeing the Thunderstorm Giant; they didn't even know what was about to be attacked before being killed by an attack that came from nowhere.
" Leo, your magic power is lagging behind."
Just as the Thunderstorm Giant was engrossed in its rampage, slaughtering its way to the point of exhilaration, Yaoyao, hidden in the Thunderstorm Giant's ear, shouted loudly.
Although he was calculating the nuclear fission formula to replenish the energy consumed in the Gravity Domain as quickly as possible, the energy consumed in a field with 200 times the Gravity was too exaggerated.
Even though Yaoyao and Leo were constantly replenishing the energy consumed by the Gravity Domain, the stored energy was still decreasing at a visible rate.
They were now on the verge of danger; if the Gravity Domain wasn't canceled, their Gravity Domain would be completely consumed within seconds.
The Thunderstorm Giant took two steps back, clearing the spatial rift, and sensed the amount of mana remaining in his body. Just as Yaoyao had said, his mana was also running low. Even with the Godslaying Staff constantly replenishing it, it couldn't sustain the consumption of the Gravity Domain.
"Then let's not play."
The Thunderstorm Giant parted the spatial rift, and the slaves inside rushed out like madmen, even knowing that coming out meant certain death, they still charged madly towards their doom.
"Hehe, here's a big pineapple for you."
The Thunderstorm Giant reached into the Shadow Space and pulled out an oval-shaped, large bomb—an atomic bomb that detonated using the principle of nuclear fission!
The eight-meter-tall Thunderstorm Giant could hold an atomic bomb in one hand. It suddenly took a step back with its hind leg, its upper body arching backward.
His bent body was like a longbow stretched to its limit. The moment it was released, it instantly unleashed the most terrifying power, and the atomic bomb in his hand shot directly into the spatial rift at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
Even a casually thrown stone from the Thunderstorm Giant possesses considerable offensive power, let alone such a massive atomic bomb.
The sheer weight of an atomic bomb combined with its terrifying speed would be enough to kill a Level 1 slave upon contact, and even tear a Level 2 slave's body apart.
Some slaves tried to stop the atomic bomb, but the bomb was thrown by the Thunderstorm Giant at such high speed that it crashed through the spatial rift, carving a bloody path that shot out for thousands of meters.