Fists wrapped in violent winds fluttered the hem of Lingling's dress as it spread its arms and fearfully closed its eyes.
But the anticipated pain did not arrive.
Moments later, Lingling slowly opened its eyes.
Through the black gauze, it saw the air thick with dust, and the fist bigger than itself was quietly suspended mid-air.
The Ice Giant turned its head, the irregular glow in its eyes shifting, as if it were drawn to something.
In the dead silence, the sound of heavy breathing echoed. Curious, Lingling turned its head and with heavy footsteps, a pair of blood-red eyes slowly emerged.
The instant Lingling saw those eyes, it couldn't help but tremble all over.
Madness, slaughter, brutality, greed, ruthlessness, indifference.
Those eyes seemed to contain the most primitive evils of this world, sending chills down one's spine.
"Roar!"
A domineering and brutal roar sounded, the earth trembling with the cry, countless stones rolling down the snowy mountain.
