Calling the Roll

More than twenty lower-realm demigod orcs initially relied on their numbers, swearing to kill this traitor.

After Zhou Leng braved their attacks and slew five demigods in succession, they changed their tune.

"You sinner of the orcs!"

"For the position of Orc New Emperor Realm, how could you strike with such vicious cruelty!"

"Which tribe secretly raised you!"

"You have brought shame upon the orc ancestors!"

Zhou Leng turned a deaf ear and continued slaughtering until only five remained.

"I surrender!"

One punch shattered his skull.

"Stop fighting! I'll give up all my Blood Moons!"

One finger pierced through his brow.

"Why are you so vicious..."

Zhou Leng killed every last orc and claimed all the Blood Moons.

A second Lower Crown descended onto his head.

Surging Stellar Power once again crashed through his entire body.

Unimaginable pain and pleasure intertwined within him.

The strength of his body rose without end.

The shackles and restrictions imposed by a low-level civilization were continuously smashed apart by Advanced Stellar Power.

Life breaking through its limits was one of the universe's greatest secrets.

Every advanced race had spent untold billions of years fully grasping it.

But Advanced Stellar Power did not care.

The limits of cells, the limits of flesh, the limits of bones, the limits of bloodlines...

Aside from the limits of the soul and Martial Will, every limit related to the body was constantly broken through and strengthened by Advanced Stellar Power.

Only when the last wisp of power faded did Zhou Leng open his eyes.

His body had forcefully risen by another tremendous margin.

This time, he clearly sensed that he would soon reach the level of the Ancient River Three Sons.

Looking up, he saw that the Ten Emperors Battlefield had vanished.

He appeared in the Beastfolk World. Nearby,