Sage Monarch Winter Melon couldn't believe his eyes as he witnessed the unfolding scene. With a thunderous roar, he charged toward the falling 'shell.'
It wasn't the sight of blood on the shell that bothered him. Rather, it was the lingering aura of 'destruction' still attached to it. If it were to crash into the city below, the consequences would be nothing short of catastrophic.
The massive shell fragmented into various-sized pieces during its descent.
Sage Monarch Winter Melon swiftly closed the distance to the falling shell.
His virtuous giant extended its colossal hands and made a desperate attempt to grasp the bloodstained shells.
Pieces of the outer shell, both large and small, came to rest in the palm of the virtuous giant. Even if there were any missing fragments, they were likely minuscule bits obliterated by the blood during the fall.
