The heavy rain poured down.
The world was blanketed by the sound of rain, occasionally punctuated by the booming of thunder.
The entire mountain was pitch black.
Wu Xiaode stood under the eaves, quietly listening to the rain for a while.
Good.
The heavy rain concealed all other sounds.
The bronze One-eyed Giant seemed to be connected to his mind; he could sense its condition and even make it understand his intentions.
Acting on his own ideas, the giant did not choose to fight head-on with powerful, sweeping attacks after rushing out.
It lurked in the darkness like a Death God, approaching each target with stealth attacks.
—This was the most energy-efficient way of fighting.
The night was still long.
The world had already begun to fall into chaos, and he was the guardian of such a Great Venerable.
It couldn't be wrong to keep a low profile.
Wu Xiaode lowered his eyelids and waited quietly.
After a few moments,
