At this point, the Gnoll Orcs did not even have shields. They could only rely on their battle aura to dodge, but with little effect. Large numbers of Gnoll Orcs were struck by white fireballs, their entire bodies catching fire as they wailed and rolled on the ground.
Before the orcs could use their battle aura to shatter the flames on their bodies, arrows tipped with purple Starsteel rained down like a storm, hitting large numbers of them.
Baziwei was struck by an arrow as well. He furiously pulled it out, but protected by his battle aura, the arrowhead had not penetrated deeply.
"Damn it, why isn't there even a single tree here?" Baziwei was enraged. His gaze swept over the bare, barren hills around them. Before the enemy had arrived, the Iron Blood Brotherhood's arson squads had burned the entire area to the ground.
Now, several months later, only a few blades of grass had sprouted from the earth, nowhere near enough to provide cover.
Legge, Son of the Beast God, was not far from Baziwei. He was a third-tier expert, and with his battle aura protecting his body, neither arrows nor flames could harm him.
Yet he still did not dare let down his guard, because Lu Yang stood with both arms extended, each hand holding a Lava Spear. His killing intent remained locked onto Legge.
Legge could clearly sense that if he dared remain where he was for three seconds, the Lava Spear would pierce straight through his body.
Legge had no desire to experience the sensation of being scorched by flames of such extreme heat again. But he could not run too far away either. With the intelligence of a three-year-old, he had no idea what he should do now.
Watching over ten thousand Gnoll Orcs