The Crowned Giant, unable to attack the Aztec Immortal and the Golden Skeleton due to its palms being bound by chains, still triggered an energy storm that engulfed Tlorlok and the Golden Skeleton, sending them crashing outwards heavily.
The Golden Skeleton grunted, the Golden Sickle flying out of its grip. Hurriedly, it kicked backward with both feet and steadied itself against the wall of the Giant Palace, retrieving its Golden Sickle by calling it back into its palm with a gesture. Meanwhile, the Aztec Immortal had been flung thousands of meters away and was staring at the roaring Crowned Giant, which stood three thousand meters tall, with an indecisive flicker in its gaze, pondering something unknown.
"Tlorlok, you despicable little man, is this all you're capable of? Aside from conspiring and launching surprise attacks, do you have any real skills? Pah—"