A towering figure...
The Molten Rock Giant looked down from above, extending a massive right foot flowing with golden magma, aiming at Mojue's aquiline nose.
Stomped down heavily...
Boom!
Mojue dared not evade, his whole body stiff like a block of wood, tense and motionless.
Allowing his face to be mercilessly trampled by the giant foot, scalding magma poured into his nostrils, making his eyes smoke at the corners.
After repeatedly grinding and crushing, the giant seemed to finally vent its anger.
Kicking Mojue three meters away, it sat openly on the opponent's high chair, its rocky mouth cracking into a strange laugh:
"Feathered bird, do not try to play tricks with my master, this is your last chance!
If you remain silent, I will take your soul and everything will come to light."
Mojue lay prostrate on the ground, a bitter smile on his face.
