Vomiting Blood

Chapter 751: Vomiting Blood

One Demigod Orc had fifteen Blood Moons above his head, while the other had twelve.

Only a few days had passed since the Ten Emperors Battle began. Any Orc who had obtained more than ten Blood Moons was a powerhouse among Orcs.

Zhou Leng recognized the two Demigod Orcs at a glance.

One was Blood of Gloom, and the other was Roaring Hoof—both immensely renowned.

Farther away, four battle-scarred Demigod Orcs were watching the fight. At least five Blood Moons hung above their heads, and at most nine.

The Demigod Orcs were covered in green skin, standing anywhere from three to five meters tall. Their massive fangs protruded from their mouths, their bodies were extraordinarily robust, and they wore little more than animal hides draped over themselves.

The Demigod Orcs looked toward Zhou Leng.

He was an ordinary green-skinned Orc, with a single Blood Moon hanging above his head.

The Demigod Orcs frowned deeply. Why had they never seen this Newly Advanced Demigod Realm Orc before?

He looked quite young. He was probably some little brat who had newly advanced from some tribe.

"What's your name?" one of the watching Demigod Orcs shouted.

"Gul'dan." Zhou Leng casually made up a name.

"Gul'dan? Never heard of you. Which tribe are you from?"

"The Careless Tribe. It's a small tribe. I just advanced outside and only just came in," Zhou Leng said.

"So you just advanced. No wonder we don't know you..."

The Newly Advanced Demigod Realm Orcs exchanged glances, their eyes flickering.

Zhou Leng instantly understood their looks. On second thought, there were six Demigod Orcs here in total, all among the final powerhouses and scattered throughout the area. If he could not deal with them all in one gulp, someone might abandon their Blood Moons and