In another corner of the battlefield, far from the golden radiance of Shen Haoran and the cold, clinical strikes of the other Crowns, the atmosphere was thick with a different kind of terror—one that was primal, visceral, and smelled of iron and ancient hunger.
Shangguan Mu'er stood amidst a heap of fallen titans, her breathing steady but her eyes glowing with a dark, predatory light.
Before her lay a massive Fire Giant, his chest heaving as he struggled to rise.
She stared at him, and smirked. "I wonder how giants tastes like."
Without another word, she reached down and shoved her hand into the giant's chest, her fingers bypassing bone and muscle as if they were water.
The giant twitched uncontrollably, and with a violent, twisting motion, she ripped his glowing soul, a flickering, terrified orb of crimson energy, straight out of his body.
The giant couldn't even let out a scream before he went limp.
