Struggle

Watching the fellow who had tried to take the lead in surrendering, hoping to secure a better future and survive, get pinned to death on the spot by Orsaga without hesitation.

Those whose positions had still been somewhat uncertain immediately understood that they truly had no way out.

Only two choices remained: kill Orsaga, or be killed by Orsaga!

Faced with such desperate circumstances, as powerhouses who had grown to their current level, none of them held back any longer.

Some who knew they had no chance of survival and were more hardheaded or hot-tempered simply resolved to trade their lives for wounds, launching frenzied attacks without restraint!

Even if they died completely, they intended to leave injuries on Orsaga that could not be concealed, to prove their own existence and strength!

From the perspective of a warrior who enjoyed stabbing others in the back, Orsaga naturally appreciated such warriors who would rather break than bend.

So he extended his left hand, caught the Five-Color breath unleashed by the Ancestor Beast's five heads with one hand, then turned and, amid the enemies' disbelieving expressions, forcibly pressed it onto those warriors.

Leaving them to struggle unwillingly in their death throes beneath the breath transformed from Five-Color Mana.

The pain and struggling expressions those warriors revealed, along with the fact that they still tried to counterattack while forcibly gathering their strength, delighted Orsaga all the more.

"Sure enough, beating up heroes is something demons are well suited to do. Whether from the villain's standpoint or my race's instincts, it brings me pleasure in both body and soul..."

As he voiced that heartfelt sentiment, Orsaga used one hand to stop one of the Ancestor Beast's heads that was trying to bite him.

At present, although Scorching Calamity was only as large as one