Duanmu Hongru's face looked exceedingly grim. He said with a bitter laugh, "He has really hidden this hand very well. In the Free Valley, whoever holds the giant soldier god holds everything. City Lord Ji, I am afraid Yan Luo Dian has dragged you down with us this time."
The Yan Luo Dian men experienced true despair the moment they witnessed that giant soldier god. Ji Fengyan's earlier display of lightning-based sorcery was astounding, but this giant soldier god was the bane of all sorcery. It was invulnerable to all types of sorcery. Only a god-level sorcerer could have any hopes of causing some damage to a giant soldier god.
The embers of hope had just started burning again, before being so cruelly snuffed out.
While they still held some fighting determination in their earlier battle with Zhai Xing Lou, at this moment, an all-encompassing despair had crushed them completely to the brink of collapse.
