The giant was baring its upper body and wearing animal skin underneath his waist. Easily over fifty meters tall and extremely muscular, he was the definition of animalistic beauty and strength.0

The giant was carrying two steep and tall mountains on its shoulders, but the way he was moving about with ease, Ye Qing would’ve been convinced if someone told him that he was carrying a pair of bricks. They might as well weigh nothing to him.3

The giant was running swiftly. He crossed over two hundred meters of distance every time he took a step. The ground shook, and any hill or river unfortunate enough to stand in his way were crushed into bits. Demonic qi spilled all over the place.0

At some point, the giant sucked in a deep breath, and the demonic qi flowed into his chest like a river. Speaking of chest, it sounded like a thunderclap—no, a series of thunderclaps every time his heart thudded. It was an experience unlike any other.0

Throughout this time, the giant never stopped in his tracks. He kept running with the two mountains on his shoulders, stepping over hills and rivers.0

Then, the giant was gone just like that. The only proof of his existence was the thunderous rumbles...0