A thunderous, anguished roar reverberated through the twisted space, as colossal gorilla-like runic creatures crumpled to the ground, defeated, its body gradually transforming into a stream of shimmering runic energy. This energy pulsated and surged towards Liang, converging into the chaos rune etched within his being, glowing fiercely as it absorbed the creature's essence.
"That makes thirty," Liang mused, his thoughts tinged with satisfaction. "My battle prowess and runic power grow with each defeat."
The Primordial Rune Secret Realm operated on a timeline vastly different from the world outside. One year inside this secret realm equated to merely a month in the outside world. Within this temporal distortion, Liang had spent three long, arduous years without resting.
