At this moment, Feng Qing'an, who was present at the scene, can sense the sheer size and strength of this ancient giant. No wonder it was able to bring such intense impact on Black Mountain previously. Even now, he finds it quite awe-inspiring.
"This giant oaf you're talking about likely carries some ancient lineage in its blood. But it's useless now, just by looking at it you can tell it had a brutal death!"
"How do you know it died brutally?"
Feng Qing'an asked in surprise.
"You wouldn't understand. Do you see this massive battlefield littered with remains? Can you find another intact corpse of the same size as this giant? You would be lucky to find a few pieces of bone!"
"What does that prove?"
"It proves that when this giant fell in battle, all the Spiritual Qi it possessed was obliterated, leaving behind only valueless flesh and bones. That's the only reason you can still look at it now, all these thousands of years later!"
