Chapter 308: Immortal Fruit_2

The hippo poets responded with a nod, spat in their palms, and swung their giant axes in a frenzy. Beamon strongmen and Difeng Giants brought over huge wild grapevine ropes and securely tied up the Giant Cactus. They had thought it would take some effort, yet it turned out that only the outer skin of the cactus was as tough as wood and stone while the inside was soft and juicy. The hippo poets didn't get to swing their axes many times before it came crashing down with a "crack". The Beamon soldiers and the Hellfires let out a unified roar, all pulling on the giant rope, and slowly laid the Giant Cactus on the ground.

The marching Beamon soldiers passed by the bored gods of the Summer Palace without so much as a sidelong glance. Aside from the clinking of armor and the heavy footsteps, not even a cough could be heard in the impressive procession of the Beamon Regular Army. The difference in professionalism between amateurs and professionals was strikingly clear.