The terrifying heat formed twisted air waves.

Grossol's skin, flesh and bones cracked inch by inch under this unbearable force.

His heart was like a drum, making a dull and powerful sound. Every time it beat, the momentum on his body became stronger. His blood and soul had been burned out, and every time he pumped out, it was stronger power.

The remaining will supported him to strike this sword, which was also the last sword of his life.

"for……"

The huge flaming sword struck the "King" before the explosive sound that broke through the air. Grossol gritted his teeth, the flames burned through his eyes, and veins covered his forehead.

He growled.

Bite out the last two words - "Tribe!"

The sword is broken!

The blade shatters!

Also shattered at the same time was the head of Sigfussen Moss. Before he could even let out a cry, the most proud member of Gatanothoa's command was like a watermelon hit by a cannonball, and his whole head exploded into pieces.

White and yellow fluid rained down in the sky with a foul smell, and Grotsol's figure also turned into ashes in the rain.

On Dragon's Back Fortress.

All orcs have lost their voices.

Until a young orc cried.

"The warlord has returned to the embrace of his ancestors!"

Only then did the other orc soldiers react.

The soul of the Boiling Blood Legion - Grothor Deathroar is dead.

In order to defend the Dragon's Back Canyon.

In order to give the Boiling Blood Legion a chance to retreat and breathe.

They knelt on the fortress in pain, kowtowed to the place where Grossol died, and prayed to their ancestors, hoping that the leader's soul would be treated well there.

But at this moment.

The entire Dragon's Back Canyon suddenly shook.

All the orcs looked towards the back of the fortress and saw an abyss gradually expanding in the fortress. It was a large pit with a diameter of nearly a kilometer, filled with sharp teeth, and a dull roar could even be heard coming from the earth.

This is the incarnation of Gatanothoa.

Even if it is just an incarnation, it is definitely not something that today's Boiling Blood Legion can resist. Even the Orc Royal Court cannot defeat it.

Looking at the large pit that twisted and expanded, swallowing half of the canyon, despair spread in the hearts of all the orcs.

Until a flash of golden lightning fell from the sky.

"Click——!"

It was a soaring thunderbird.

She flew from the end of the skyline, turning everything she passed into a sea of ​​thunder, carrying golden thunder, and with a momentum that destroyed the world, she slammed into Gatan Nothoa's incarnation.
Chapter completed!