"Blood Flame"
Blood-red flames flew out of Lu Yang's body, sweeping up Pampas's shredded remains as crimson fire blazed across the sky.
Pampas's scattered flesh had originally tried to reassemble itself, but after encountering the Blood Flame, Pampas had no chance of surviving.
Countless Dark Orcs around them stared at the scene in shock. The next second, someone shouted first, and innumerable orcs fled in terror in every direction.
Lu Yang ignored them and turned to look at Barhar atop the distant heap of ruined stones. He snapped his fingers, and Barhar immediately understood what Lu Yang meant, raising his totem and chanting an incantation.
A wave of black energy instantly radiated outward from Blackstone Mountain. Whether in the sky, on the ground, or even underground, every creature below god level touched by the wave collapsed unconscious on the spot.
Even those who had been running crumpled to the ground at once, their consciousness completely sealed away. The only ones somewhat capable of resisting this power were the remaining Lord Tier experts, but before they could charge up Blackstone Mountain, Lu Yang blasted them into the ground.
Ten minutes.
In merely ten minutes, Barhar put an entire city to sleep. More than five hundred thousand Dark Orcs fell unconscious, but Barhar also collapsed as if drained of strength. All the energy in his body seemed to have been sucked dry, leaving him shriveled like a man on the verge of death.
"Is this the side effect?" Lu Yang asked.
The Blazing Demon God said, "A Lord Tier released something even a lower god could not accomplish. With consequences no worse than this, he was already extremely fortunate."
"I only ask that Master allow me to take control of the Troll Race." Though Barhar's voice trembled, it was exceptionally resolute.
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