The red fan-shaped beam scanned across the sky, following the movement of the giant's head, targeting the two distant transport planes. As the pilots despaired, the giant's head jerked violently upward, and a deep gash was sliced open at its neck by a red bloody blade.
No sooner had the wound spewed blood than the fluid transformed into irregular flesh, plugging the gap. A mass of tiny arms sprouted from the giant's body, stretching out to reach Zheng Yichen, who was attempting to evade the red light and circle behind.
Zheng Yichen shattered some of the arms with his black spear, while others launched different attacks. As they descended upon him, he felt as if he was surrounded and besieged in the previous world.
Every single arm seemed like an individual being.
