"When you bully someone's disciple, you should be prepared to die, right?"
At the moment the voice sounded, a figure rose from the ground into the air, protecting Isabella in front of her with a speed that surpassed the light beam.
The engulfing black beam pierced through the sky at this moment, turning into an endless and deep expanse, trying to erase the silhouette that acted as an obstacle;
However, before the beam could act viciously, the person represented by the silhouette extended a hand.
Crack!
As if a beast had been caught by the neck, the menacing black beam, which had just been, at that moment, firmly controlled by an ordinary palm.
The invisible beam was captured by the tangible hand, struggling like a living creature for a few moments, and then there was a cracking sound, spreading from within it.
Boom boom boom boom boom!
A loud noise turned into a prolonged series of overlapping notes, which might be mistaken by those unaware as a series of explosions.
After crushing the desperate blow of the Feather Demon with bare hands, the person's body remained motionless, only turning their head back to glance.
"Sorry, because of various reasons, my master, I only appear now..."
Isabella couldn't possibly fail to recognize the person standing in front of her with an embarrassed smile. It was her only master, Wang Xiaole.
Being healed by that embarrassed expression, Isabella's locked expression on her face eased on her cheeks;
The expression she now showed was like that of a real girl, completely different from her previous cold reactions.
Without giving her disciple a chance to create small talk, after greeting, Wang Xiaole reoriented his face back to face the Feather Demon.
When another humble human came to interfere, the Feather Demon's initial reaction was to investigate the reason why the other could fly in the sky.
After careful observation, the Feather Demon discovered:
The human before him was not really capable of flying, only temporarily staying in the air by utilizing two clusters of wind elements under their feet.
Since the opponent was not a true flying opponent, the Feather Demon felt no worries at all.
As if forgetting the memory of his own recent fatal blow being easily dissipated by the opponent, he chose to underestimate the other selectively.
The Feather Demon quickly utilized the remaining bit of reason in his mind to formulate a battle strategy:
Since the human in front of him used wind elements to maintain balance, they would certainly not be able to launch a full-on attack.
The Feather Demon firmly believed:
As long as he grasped this point, he could consume a moment of time afterward to slay the target who called themselves the "Empress Master"!
"Kill, kill, kill!"
With a roar carrying killing intent, the Feather Demon flapped the wings on his back, bringing forth a black radiance charging straight ahead.
"You willing to seek death on your own initiative actually saved me some time. Thank you!"
When Wang Xiaole's voice fell, a dense and overwhelming holy power emerged in all directions, and that thin body immediately erupted with an imposing presence that shook heaven and earth.
In the next instant, Wang Xiaole's figure stepped into the air.
Wang Xiaole made his move along with the holy power surrounding him. At this moment, his eyes could be described as "dark and gloomy," no longer the previous calmness.
The two sides locked in battle approached each other simultaneously, followed by official collisions and extremely fierce clashes.
Crack!
The piercing finger flicked down like sharp-edged claws, tearing apart the Feather Demon in an instant. The power entwined around the palm's five fingers caused the surrounding space to violently tremble.
Pooh!
At the moment of the attack, Yuma's movements noticeably slowed down, unable to even counterattack properly, leaving five deep scars across his body.
Whenever injured, Yuma's first instinct was to heal himself;
However, this time, Yuma didn't have the chance;
Just as his heavily wounded body was about to rapidly heal, the pursuing assault descended upon him.
Not long after Wang Xiaole's five fingers hit their mark, his clawed hand turned into a fist and relentlessly struck Yuma's body.
Bang!
To inflict serious injuries on Yuma, a disciple needed to wield a weapon;
As the master, one should naturally be stronger, demonstrated by the fact that he took a life with just his bare fist.
In the moment the fist landed on Yuma's body, the damage caused by the holy power quickly spread throughout his entire body, as if smashing a shell with a punch;
By the time the fist connected, the "shell" would inevitably meet its shattering fate.
"You!"
Yuma widened his eyes and let out a roar of anger, never to make another sound again.
No blood would spill at the scene; all there was left was a dried-up corpse, in the presence of two pairs of eyes, in a scene that burst into explosive destruction.
The crisp sound of the explosion dissipated, and then the opponent, who had been troubling the Queen for some time, vanished amidst the howling wind.
Yuma is dead!
Just as Isabella said earlier:
Even a human who was despised by Yuma could take his life on the spot!
Was Yuma's death unjust?
In fact, it was a little unjust, because the demon's speculation was not wrong:
In order to soar in the air, Wang Xiaole indeed couldn't use his full strength in battle, but there was no need for him to do so.
Was a mere demon worth him going all out?
Not to mention a hundred percent, Wang Xiaole didn't even need to use one-tenth of his strength...
The matter is not over; sorting out Yuma is just the first thing to do.
At the second step, Wang Xiaole turned his gaze back to the ground and looked down at the tens of thousands of remaining orc soldiers.
The orc soldiers on the ground feared Wang Xiaole, but they didn't want to bow their heads in front of this human, solely because they were enemies.
Orc warriors do not run away and do not withdraw from the battlefield without orders;
What these warriors seek is not something else, but to fulfill their duty on the battlefield;
When this kind of willpower multiplies by hundreds and thousands, the entire disheveled army bursts forth with a battle momentum no less than before and charges toward the fortress.
"Disciple, will they pose a problem for you?"
When he raised his finger and aimed it at the ground, Wang Xiaole didn't forget to turn his head and look at the expression of his disciple, who was now standing beside him.
"This is war."
After receiving the answer, Wang Xiaole knew what he had to do.
Wang Xiaole was not a maniac who enjoyed violence; he had no interest in randomly taking lives;
But if it was for his sensible disciple, he didn't mind creating a large-scale "orc disappearance event";
This scene was reminiscent of the time when he first came to this country and stood up for Lucia...
In the moment when Yuma was brutally eliminated, someone on the ground had been observing Wang Xiaole in the sky.
The person observing was the wolf orc responsible for commanding the entire army.
As the commander of an army, the wolf orcs may not have strong combat power, but they are not lacking in keen observational skills.
Since the destruction of the Feather Demon, a surge of impulse has been stirring in the hearts of the wolf orcs, seemingly a subconscious desire to control their bodies and follow a certain command.
What exactly is this command?
The wolf orcs are still undecided, but the orc warriors, without the confusion of a leader, instinctively charge forward.
As the impulse becomes more and more apparent, the wolf orcs finally discover:
From a certain point in the void above them, an abnormal fluctuation can be felt.
Like the ripples before the arrival of the tide, it is not very obvious, but it symbolizes some kind of omen;
The wolf orcs sense the anomaly, their legs squirming uneasily in place, their mouths inadvertently open as if about to make a sound.
The whole expanse of the void hanging above the orc army, between the dissipation of the omen, undergoes a terrifying transformation;
Like a sky canopy ripped off by someone's hands, it quickly reverses and violently descends towards the ground, a scene of destruction, an embodiment of despair before the end of life.
And at this moment, the wolf orcs dare not hesitate any longer. After realizing the truth about the "impulse," they suddenly accelerate and move backwards.
With their mouths wide open, they roar in the opposite direction, the volume of their voices surpassing any previous instance:
"Retreat quickly!"
In front of the wolf orcs, countless agile orc warriors also sense the approaching catastrophe and immediately erupt in a furious collective roar.
The command to retreat is a signal, granting the orcs the permission to leave the battlefield;
However, among them, the majority of the warriors who charged too far ahead have completely lost the time to retreat.
To be honest, the speed at which the wolf orcs issued the command was fast, but the speed at which Wang Xiaole unleashed the powerful magic was even faster.
The overwhelming wave of destruction completely crushes them, causing these tens of thousands of orcs to experience a shivering fear they have never felt before;
The leopard-men and wolf-men positioned at the rear of the army can use their own speed to desperately escape the battlefield, still having some chance of survival;
But for the rest of the orcs, such a chance is equivalent to wishful thinking.
For the desperate ones who cannot avoid their fate, fighting to the death is their only choice.
The orc mage unit, as the last line of hope, watches as the elements controlled by their magic rise to the sky.
A large number of elements converge from all directions, creating a magical barrier above the heads of the orcs, the only hope left for their lives.
Buzzing!
At the moment of impact, the descending void space immediately ripples like water;
The struck magical barrier emits a "ziz" sound and, after enduring for a few seconds, shatters like a piece of glass;
The countless waves of the disintegrating void transform into graceful arcs, shooting down from all directions;
The assault that ends everything pours onto the ground and disappears in a very short time, along with the tens of thousands of orcs, all of them vanishing from this world.
After the remaining few thousand soldiers and their commander escape far into the distance, a huge pit encompassing the entire plain outside the fortress is revealed as the smoke dissipates;
The destructive power of this pit is incomparable to any of the Feather Demon's previous attacks!
