"A Lord Tier powerhouse, and even at death's door, you still wanted to protect the weak. You are utterly foolish, utterly foolish! The weak are nothing more than shields and servants for the strong. What kind of master dies for a servant? You have defiled the title of the strong." The Lord Tier powerhouse of the Demon Blood Orc Clan could not understand Zhuojiu's actions at all, yet he felt deeply shaken inside. It was a crack in his faith, enough to drive this Demon Blood Orc Clan powerhouse into madness.
"I will kill you, kill you, you foolish loser!" The Demon Blood Orc Clan powerhouse thrust his sword straight at Zhuojiu, but when he reached him, he still could not bring himself to strike.
"Dimos, what are you doing? Kill him already!" Mor, the Lord Tier powerhouse who had charged into the Wood Mage Legion ahead, roared furiously. He had already realized that Zhuojiu was the commander of this group. Only by killing Zhuojiu could he quickly suppress this rebellion.
Dimos stared at Zhuojiu beneath his feet and raised the longsword in his hand. But just as he was about to sever Zhuojiu's head, a suppressed, furious voice came from behind him.
"Your hesitation has earned you a little more time to live." Lu Yang had long since appeared behind Dimos. The space of Bandalsburg Prison opened, and a gray flaming rope bound his entire body.
"Roar~!"
Dimos roared in fury and struggled desperately to break free, but the moment he exerted even a little strength, the Chaos Flame burned through his protective magic power and sliced into his skin like steel wire, all the way to the bone.
"Aah~!"
Dimos's roars had turned into cries of pain. In the instant he lost focus, his body was dragged into