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Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Chapter 397. Why Don't You Drop Your Hand!
The moment Char stabbed the Sacred Sword, Narshil, in between the giant's eyebrows with the flame of the first, time had stopped on the battlefield.
However, as the master of the paramount realm, the paramount saint spirit, was stabbed by the dagger that was smeared with poison, time resumed its flow.
Someone shouted first.
"Look at that giant!"
Everyone's eyes turned to the center of the battlefield, only to see that the once insufferably arrogant giant was now like a statue that was being weathered. As the wind blew, it began to fall off with a rustling sound.
At first, it only slowly turned into sand, but in the blink of an eye, terrifying cracks appeared on the surface of the giant's body, and they were still rapidly expanding!
In just a few breaths, before most of the people's expressions could change, the giant's body had already collapsed.