"Whoosh—Whoosh—"
The heavily wounded and battered body of the burning giant collapsed into the void, panting in agony. Its voice was filled with immense pain and fury.
Jiang Chengxuan slowly walked forward, holding the Tai Chu Hong Meng Sword. Though fatigued, the sword remained sharp in his hands, and with a single strike, it would be enough to decapitate the burning giant.
One step… two steps… three steps…
The scent of death grew stronger, and the giant, in excruciating pain, lifted its bloodied face. Its hollow eyes stared at Jiang Chengxuan, its expression twisted with hatred, gritting its teeth.
Even at this moment, it refused to submit, awaiting death and defeat. Despite the wounds all over its body, it struggled to its feet. The giant's three-meter-tall frame trembled, its thick muscles tensed, and the blood on its charred body was like red oil, reigniting strange flames once more.
