Gang Ryeong observed the scene with cold, unblinking eyes.
He watched as the brawny, green-skinned creature was being torn apart, by his own.
A cruel irony.
The giant was powerful, yes, but not powerful enough to stand alone against hundreds of his kin.
It was like facing a tide made of yourself. Even with his strength, even with the ease with which he tore through them…
They were different.
They were undead. Immortal. Everlasting.
At first, it was barely noticeable, but over time, the giant began to tire.
And still, the number of undead surrounding him never diminished.
Ahhhh–
The brawny, green-skinned giant let out a roar that shook the air itself.
His eyes burned red, veins bulging and throbbing across his face.
It was completely enraged now.
Then, slowly, another giant emerged behind it—one just like it.
Roughly ten meters tall.
Brawny. Powerful.
Gang Ryeong observed the image with a thoughtful gaze.
"They won't be able to handle that," he murmured.
