"You, you can't do this."
Once he thought about how his soul was being controlled by someone and was about to be imprisoned in the crystal ball, suffering unimaginable torture and destruction, Balton's face became slightly distorted.
It was so fearless of death because it knew that after its death, it would be guided by the God of Frost Giants and could ascend to the God's kingdom.
The current outcome was not what it wanted.
Garen chuckled as he looked at the tiny pitch-black soul.
The soul of a legendary giant was a precious magic material.
Whether it was for collection or use, it was something to be happy about and remembered.
your soul and body will be my first legendary giant spoil of war, but not the last.
