C36 In the Fateful Meeting Again
"Die, you scum!"
Lin Yuan, towering at nearly three meters, swung his hands with ferocity, slashing through the crowd. His bone claws turned even steel shields to shreds in an instant, leaving the ground blanketed with mangled corpses and blood.
"Whiz, clang, boom!"
Crossbow bolts, short-hilted broadswords, and fireballs struck Lin Yuan in succession
