At the edge of the ring-shaped defensive line, there was a thunderous boom, and large chunks of dark-gold force fragments flew in all directions. Orlandi had thrown a punch. Afterward, the force fragments sprayed out like a jet, spreading forward in a rapidly expanding fan shape.
The Wild Boar warriors caught in it were instantly blasted into fragments of flesh and bone. Under Orlandi's attack, the Wild Boar warriors couldn't withstand even a single blow.
And this was with Orlandi not under any powerful attack. His ability worked like this: the more violently the enemy attacked him, the wider the fan-shaped attack range of the punch he fired back, and the greater its power.
After Orlandi crushed his enemies with the pressure of his fist, the flesh-and-blood fragments they became would have their properties altered by his attack. They were absorbed back into his body along with the force fragments, restoring his health and a certain amount of stamina. This was why he was called the Undying Demon.
Bang.
A long-handled warhammer smashed into the top of Orlandi's head. The force of the attack made him tilt his head slightly. He drew his fist back to his side, then punched forward.
Boom!
The fan-shaped fist pressure spread ahead, and the dark-gold force fragments shattered everything in their path. Even space showed signs of distortion. The dozens of Wild Boar warriors ahead were wiped out by Orlandi's punch.
This had no decisive effect. The moment those dozens of Wild Boar warriors were blasted apart, their vacant positions were filled by other Wild Boar warriors within seconds.
Orlandi drew in a deep breath of air thick with the stench of blood. His brows remained furrowed. There were simply too many enemies.
Orlandi leaped onto a small mound made of Wild Boar warrior