Lu Yuan waved his sword again and again. The blood-red sword shadow continued to attack, drowning the frost Giant.
In a short time, the frost Giant was cut into pieces with an unwilling roar.
Seeing how the frost Giant was so easily cut into pieces, Shui Ji's eyes widened in disbelief.
"This is impossible!"
The frost giant's strength was equivalent to a low-level battle supreme with a King-class gene. In addition, it was constantly emitting cold air, so it was much more difficult to deal with than an ordinary low-level battle supreme.
Previously, seeing that Lu Yuan did not have any long-range combat skills, Shui Ji thought that his Frost Giant was a natural counter to Lu Yuan.
He did not expect Lu Yuan to have such a trump card.
He was in disbelief.
It wasn't just Shui Ji. The expressions of the dog-headed people below also changed when they saw the sword images that filled the sky.