The giant continued to charge forward. Even with a broken arm, he still used his remaining hand to snap off an ice cone as a weapon, attacking the red dragon relentlessly.
Cassius just flapped his wings, hovering in place.
"What a peculiar thing..."
"I wonder how long it can last?"
He didn't think about leaving the center of the storm. On one hand, the storm of vengeance was no longer within his control, even entering it himself would be incredibly dangerous.
On the other, he had immense confidence in the power of this masterpiece he had crafted with his own hands. He didn't believe the giant could stand before him alive.
The storm of vengeance had already surged for more than ten rounds. The fierce winds and icy rain ravaged the area beneath the thunderclouds.
The giant's figure grew more slender, several sizes smaller than at the start, as if stripped layer by layer, revealing its fragile structure within.