Then all five summoned creatures charged at the ogre with reckless abandon. All the undead at the base of the mountain also swarmed towards the summit like beasts scenting blood.
Lin Rui stood with hands behind his back, as ice arrows shot out one after another from behind him. The frosty spiritual magic pierced into the ogre's body repeatedly, pushing it back again and again, covering it in layers of ice.
Yet, even so, the ogre did not fall, its life force unbelievably resilient.
Lin Rui opened his attribute panel.
[Ogre Warrior]
[Talent: Elite-level]
[Level: Tier Two Level 15]
[Physique: 80]
[Intelligence: 10]
[Charm: 0]
[Willpower: 45]
[Root Bone: 25]
[Soul: 20]
[Commander: 0]
[Luck: 0]
[Life Value: 285/3105]
[Spiritual Energy: 100/100]
Trait: [Blood of the Ogre: Ogres are large, ugly, and greedy creatures, with violent blood coursing through their inherently evil race. Life Value +1000, Physique Value +10, Physique Increases Life Value +50%, Attack Power +20%.]
