176:Demon Of The Battlefield[III]

The man with an unyielding momentum pressed forward amidst the collapse of the enemy lines.

What was more terrifying than his sword was the evil expression of laughter as he called for the Orcs to come and die in his hands.

A behavior truly befitting a psychopath.

They fought risking their lives but they never ever faced something that struck deep fear inside their heart making them give up and run away only to be chased by the man.

An Orc raised his shield over his head to protect himself and swung his hammer into the enemy's belly.

However, the great sword did not veer in the direction after the collision. It wasn't deflected by his shield as he had expected. Instead, the great sword quivered in the man's hands and it was thrust downwards.

The Orc could feel his collar becoming cold and he felt a surge of extreme pain and next moment, everything above his chest was blown away

"ENOUGHHHH!"