The giant skull looked at him, the faint light in its eye sockets flickering, as if evaluating his soul. After a moment, it slowly replied, "I am Beakleus, the Red War God, also known as the God of Giants to you!"
Indeed!
Rod clenched his fist.
Besides the God of Giants, who else could use the entire Giant Graveyard as the cost to maintain the sealing's existence?
However, his heart was also filled with doubts. Wasn't the God of Giants, Beakleus the Red War God, already fallen in the early days of the Ancient Epoch? He had turned most of his soul into the Giant Divine Sword and torn a part of the soul body, leaving behind soul ripples. Why could there still be a residual spirit?
"I'm deeply sorry."
The dull and hollow voice of the giant skull echoed in the graveyard.
"It's been millions of years since I last saw you. The Black Fog has taken over the land, sea, sky, Spirit Realm, starry sky, and Abyss. I can no longer bring you the opportunity for victory as I once promised."
