"Senior Jiang!"
"Venerate!!"
In an instant, the battlefield echoed with agonizing howls.
Jiang Wuya sacrificed himself to trap three battalions, buying them a chance for survival.
Clearly, he could have escaped first!
"Stop crying! Don’t let Senior Jiang’s sacrifice be in vain!"
"Right! Kill all the giants, bury them with Senior Jiang!!"
The battlefield roared with battle cries.
The death of Wuyu Venerable filled them with a fearless courage against the giants.
The death of Jiang Wuya filled them with a hatred to annihilate every giant!
The Human Race Alliance Army turned their grief into a murderous intent, like a furious tiger swallowing the sky.
Whether it was the Eight-Orifice Nascent Soul or the Four Apertures Nascent Soul, no one hesitated.
All charged fearlessly towards the nearest Ancient Giant.
The Ancient Giants, who had barely held their own against the Humans, were immediately met with unprecedented attacks.
Boom!
One of the Ancient Giants fell.
Then two, three, four more followed.
More and more Ancient Giants, unable to withstand the mad assault, collapsed one after another.
The remaining Ancient Giants were terrified by the frenzied Humans.
No matter how many they stomped to death, more would spring up.
These Humans, small as insects in their eyes, instilled in them an unprecedented fear.
Furthermore, three battle groups and two Giant Kings were trapped, unable to assist.
Finally, their fighting spirit shattered.
The Ancient Giants who hadn’t yet entered the center of the battlefield turned and fled.
And as they ran, those deep within the battlefield saw their own resolve crumble.
Some, in desperation, crashed their way out.
Those who couldn’t escape simply raised their hands, knelt on the ground, and let out mournful wails in the language of Hell.
Though their language was not understood, their meaning was clear.
Surrender!
This made the Humans hesitate, slowing their attacks.
They were unsure whether to accept the surrender or reject it.
Slash!
A purple light, sharp as a blade, flashed by, decapitating one with a single stroke, sending its head flying skyward.
Jiang Fan, drenched in blood, his black hair matted into clumps.
His face and neck were covered in blood, as if lifted from a Blood Pool.
Only his eyes were distinguishable, like a beast’s, filled with boundless slaughter:
"Surrender? You’re not worthy!"
"Ancient Giants, no mercy!"
The crowd snapped back to reality.
Damn, it’s a war of extermination, who cares about rules of war, who’d accept captives?
If they surrendered, would the Ancient Giants accept?
No, they’d just be seen as food, tossed into mouths and eaten alive.
These cannibalistic freaks deserve only one outcome!
Complete annihilation!
Thus, the killing cries shook the heavens.
The surrendering Ancient Giants were slaughtered by the masses.
Those attempting to escape the battlefield were intercepted and swiftly killed by the enraged alliance.
Meanwhile, Jiang Fan, wielding the Purple Thunder, set his gaze on the Ancient Giants fleeing to various corners, hunting them down one by one.
One, two, three...
A dozen breaths later.