A small empty vial traveled through the sky downward, tumbling toward the ground below.
Swoosh...
It was a mana potion bottle—Leon had just drained it completely to replenish his reserves to full capacity after spending quite a bit in his earlier escape and attacks.
The giant's fist came at him like a windstorm incarnate. Fast like a meteor despite its massive size, the attack was lightning quick—defying all logic about how something so enormous should move.
WHOOOOOOSH!
Leon didn't want to meet it head-on. He believed that would be suicide, even with his enhanced durability from his new race. So he dodged by moving through the air, evading by a hair's breadth as the massive fist passed within meters of his body.
But it was a mistake on his part.
The wind pressure hit him like thunder despite his keeping up a wind barrier around himself to deflect the incoming force. It simply wasn't enough against the sheer scale of displaced air.
BOOOOM!
