By the edge of the city wall lay moaning, fallen giants, their weak defenses pierced from within, leaving these giants with blood-soaked faces, too horrifying to behold. Their shattered cheeks gasped like punctured bellows, the mountain winds whistling eerily through their wounds, chilling the hearts of those who heard.
Except for a few miserable souls who were unlucky enough to be engulfed in Demon Fire, most of the attacked giants did not suffer fatal wounds. After enduring the initial agony, the giants rose again from the ground, their anger inflamed, charging toward the city head.
Kodwen no longer bothered to question whether the warlocks had completed their duties. Gazing at the approaching giants, he prepared for a second attack. Just as he was about to issue the command, a deafening explosion erupted. The charging giants were suddenly hit hard, stumbling backward in a near-collapse.
