The moment he finished speaking, Ku Ai Bansheng and the hundred men behind him simultaneously felt something strange—a crushing pressure, along with a hatred that pierced their bones, ten thousand times stronger than the hatred of having one's entire family murdered.
It was as if, in that instant, they had been slowly tortured to death by the orcs. Every orc's eyes turned blood-red as they fixed their gaze on Ku Ai Bansheng and his men.
"Roar~!"
A furious roar came from the shield formation at the front of the Orc Legion. White slammed the shield wall crooked and leaped fifty meters forward. The moment he landed, his body rapidly expanded, his fur grew thicker, and his head, body, and arms all turned blood-red.
"Blasphemers die~!" White had completely gone berserk. Drawing the pair of purple short blades from his waist, he charged at Ku Ai Bansheng.
Behind White, more than twenty thousand orc warriors joining the battle went completely mad, charging toward Ku Ai Bansheng with their shields raised.
"Eat him alive."
"Use his blood as a sacrifice to the gods."
"Blasphemers die~!"
The sight of more than twenty thousand frenzied orcs terrified Ku Ai Bansheng and his men into turning and fleeing. Fortunately, they were riding Fire Lions, which excelled at short-distance bursts of speed. At full sprint, White remained thirty meters behind Ku Ai Bansheng.
In truth, that distance could be crossed in a single second. Lu Yang, lying in ambush atop the mountain to the right of the central fortress, was covered in cold sweat.
"Have the orcs gone mad? He only cursed a god once. Why are they this furious?" Lu Yang frowned at the Blazing Demon God. "In your world, are there such serious consequences for cursing a god?"
The Blazing Demon God chuckled.