"So weak..." Muria peered down at the Mist Giants below, his first thought upon witnessing these giants. Dressed in rags, many were missing arms and legs, and looked extremely pitiful.
Most importantly, their strength was weaker than that of the average Cloud Giant on the island, which was only of Gold First Level. Most of these Mist Giants were only of Silver Rank, with only a small portion of them at the Gold First Level.
"How did you reach Taiji Island?" Muria stared at the Mist Giants below and suddenly asked.
"We used the majority of our tribe's savings to commission humans to build a large ship so we could cross the sea..." The scar-covered Mist Giant leader, hearing Muria's sudden question, began describing their arduous journey across the sea.
These Mist Giants didn't have the talent of the Cloud Giants. Before reaching the Gold level, most of them could not fly, so they had to rely on tools and seek help from other creatures.
