Noon.
The Gnoll Orcs' main city.
The battle cries of warriors from every race, the constant flashes of spells erupting from the city walls, and the shouts of the Gnoll Orcs within the city all testified to the brutality of the war.
When Lu Yang put away his more than forty thousand brothers and flew back above the city, this was the savage scene he saw. He flew straight toward the temple district.
The clone he had left behind had remained hidden in a corner atop the rafters, untouched by either side's spells. Thus, Lu Yang knew the state of the battle between Karl Uru and powerhouses like Golin from the various races.
The battle was already close to being decided. Golin and the others had still fallen one move short. Karl Uru had gravely wounded sixteen demigods and killed three, though he had not come through unscathed either. He had lost an eye and suffered a broken arm.
"Golin! Golin! I will kill you! I will make you die a miserable death! I will make every member of your race die a miserable death!" Karl Uru roared madly.
Golin was still alive, but Dala, who had stood before him, had already been cut down by Karl Uru. His body was so covered in wounds that he could no longer be recognized by his face.
"Karl Uru, even if I die, I'll drag you down with me." Madness showed on Golin's face as he gripped the divine artifact Blood Spear and charged at Karl Uru.
Boom!
A blood-red radiance collided with a blackish-purple radiance. The violent shockwave sent the more than sixty surviving demigods flying, smashing them heavily into the temple railings and making them vomit blood without end.
Golin could no longer stand. Though he had given everything he