Chapter 1300 - Saving the Giants
Three experts attacked together as they charged at Liu Wuxie. They hadn't even seen how he had appeared.
Liu Wuxie ignored the three, reached out, seized the golden rune, and tore open another spatial rift before vanishing into it. Their strikes missed, and the three cultivators stared blankly at the mending rift.
"He disappeared?" they said, looking at one another, completely bewildered.
Liu Wuxie slipped out of another space with a faint smile tugging at his lips. He continued to communicate with space, searching through the spiritual runes for more golden runes. Another rune surfaced before long. He ripped through space and collected it in less than a minute.
Each time he collected a golden rune, he vanished without a trace. In less than a day, he had gathered about five or six golden runes. He still had three more days to harvest golden runes and begin crafting another profound talisman.
He shuttled through folded space, pausing whenever he encountered spatial fragments. As he refined more fragments, he grew increasingly proficient with the Great Spatial Mythical Art. Gradually, rumors spread throughout the ancestral talisman that a mysterious figure could roam within it at will, plundering runes without restraint. No one knew who he was. Some claimed he was Emperor Haoyuan's heir. Others insisted he was a phantom, not even human.
He instantly devoured all the spatial shards within a radius of thousands of meters, then tore space and entered another spatial dimension. The moment he emerged on the other side, a giant axe cleaved toward his skull. He couldn't dodge in time, so he countered with a punch. The loud collision knocked the giant axe backward, and he slid aside to avoid its edge.
Only then did he notice that several giants battled dwarves. Dwarves swarmed in from every direction, climbing the giants and chewing at their bodies. Liu Wuxie had appeared from the spatial rift at the center of the battlefield, and the falling axe had landed where he stood a breath earlier. One step slower, and it would have split him in two.
A giant glanced his way with apology and confusion flickering in his eyes, clearly startled by Liu Wuxie's sudden appearance. Since the Myriad Race Ceremony, this was Liu Wuxie's first encounter with dwarves. Giants and dwarves were mutual enemies. They did not interact; when they met, blood flowed.
The giants towered with colossal size. The dwarves stood at the opposite extreme. The tallest reached barely half a meter; the shortest, around thirty centimeters. They excelled at burrowing with terrifying speed, allowing them to slip through the giants' defenses with ease. Those who had climbed onto the giants' backs drew short spears and stabbed them into flesh. Hundreds clung to a single giant, raining blows in a frenzy. In the blink of an eye, their own blood drenched the giants, crimson sheets falling and dyeing the ground red.