The blade flashed, and a spurt of blood erupted from the frost giant's nape as its massive body collapsed with a crash.
The player lightly landed on the frost giant's corpse, gripping the long knife and striking a dashing pose, his face breaking into a satisfied smile, "I will definitely, wipe out the giants!"
Immediately after, another grapple shot out, and this player nimbly flew towards another frost giant.
Although this player was less than 1.6 meters tall, and appeared as a tiny insect in front of the nearly ten-meter-tall frost giants, his daily practice had granted him advanced combat skills—especially against giants, making him the nightmare of Tanari Frost Giants.
Meanwhile, in another corner of the battlefield, eighteen martial monks, covered in gold dust and bare-chested, formed a formation. They moved as one, their fists like a mighty wind, indiscriminately striking the surrounding demons.
