Zhou Leng slowly walked forward while operating the Great Sun Divine Skill.
The Witch Giant lightly shook his head and sighed, "In the game of high-level giants, wouldn't you ordinary races be better off as spectators?"
He raised his hand, and just like before, the five voodoo dolls on his body opened their mouths.
Five streaks of black light flew towards Zhou Leng at a speed that even middle-rank demigods couldn't discern.
At the same time, he lifted his head and waved his right hand, unleashing a terrifying surge of demigod power that transformed into a tsunami of power, crashing forward like tangible seawater.
Unlike last time, his expression showed a hint of helplessness. He didn't want to kill, but the opponent was too weak.
The Star Silver Giant could withstand this attack, but a flesh and blood body could not.
"Down…"
The Witch Giant only uttered the first syllable of his second sentence when he saw Zhou Leng gently scoop with his left hand in front of him.
