Chapter 1627

It was clear that Andrius’ soul was not on the same level as that of the Giant Tribe expert, who was in the realm of immortal cultivation. Andrius failed in the battle. Although his eyes still occasionally showed a trace of unwillingness to give up, he had already fallen into an absolute disadvantage. The control of his body was now in the hands of the giant. Just when everyone was shocked, Andrius’ throat moved, and he emitted a hoarse voice, completely different from his usual self, “Go to hell!” Then, his body rose in the air and rushed toward the surrounding experts. A powerful killing intent bloomed in an instant. Swoosh— Whoosh— Swish— The immense strength brought devastating lethality. No one he targeted could escape. In the blink of an eye, dozens of experts perished under Andrius’ spear. The Giant Tribe was an inherently sinister race. Furthermore, since he had already died once, he was even more bloodthirsty and ferocious. He killed anyone he saw without any mercy.