A gigantic figure, standing at five zhang tall, moved with large strides, racing down the mountain slope with thunderous force, like a tumbling boulder, charging at the human clan, who appeared as mere ants in his eyes.
But suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his calf, as if bitten hard by some insect. Looking down, he saw a basin-sized wound on his calf, deeply embedded with a large Beakless Flying Sword.
From a distance, a captain with Dao Foundation Perfection level lowered his seven-foot-long Sniper Killing Flying Sword Spear, his face filled with astonishment. This was a shot powerful enough to injure a Dharma Image, and indeed it wounded the opponent, but compared to that enormous body, this small injury was merely a scratch.
The giant, exceedingly enraged, continued his charge. Each of his strides spanned ten zhang, and in the blink of an eye, he covered a distance of a thousand zhang.
