Chapter 389

The battle raged on with the left and right flank of the Rakshas competing on which side can advance more. Without Isma and Menna holding the orcs at bay with their strength, they were sure that there lines would certainly be overrun.

Infuriated, "You asked for it!" Isma grunted as he began utilizing his battle energy to fight. A thick aura of sharpness shrouded his figure. Every swing of his weapon was accompanied by hundreds of almost invisible sword arcs made out of his battle energy. He began his rampage and started pushing back the orcs who were crowding towards him.