Wu Xiaode looked ahead.
Several hundred meters in front, atop a pile of bones, sat a monster.
It was a One-eyed Giant.
Its body was enormously large, and even though it was sitting on a mound of bones that resembled a hill, it was as tall as a three-story building.
"Pah, human flesh is truly distasteful."
The giant grabbed a skeleton, chewing while complaining.
Its eyes were filled with tyranny and cruelty, blood splattered from its mouth, and its skin was covered with a layer of dull gray, making it look like hard rock.
Indeed...
I have returned to this moment.
He looked around and saw indeed two people standing beside him.
One was a man wearing a bamboo hat, clad in a full set of night clothes, gripping tightly to a cold, long sword, looking around vigilantly.
The other was an old man, leaning on a deep black scepter, occasionally emitting a pulse that made one's heart tremble.
——Not just these two.
There was another person.
Himself.