Subduing the Orc Royal Clan

Lightning crackled beneath Qin Tian's feet as his body vanished from where he stood like Ghostly Movement, leaving only an afterimage to be swallowed by Agatha's Phoenix Fire.

The next second, violet-gold Thunder Light exploded at Angke's side. The Black Frost Blade, wrapped in violent lightning, slashed diagonally toward the Golden Behemoth's neck.

Warnings blared frantically in Angke's mind. All six arms rose at once, layering before his neck.

However, once Qin Tian got serious, the Black Frost Blade's sharpness combined with his terrifying strength was far beyond what the Golden Behemoth's flesh could withstand.

The blade tore through golden fur and muscle as easily as splitting bamboo, severing three arms before finally lodging in the bone of the fourth. Golden blood gushed out, coating Qin Tian's blade.

Angke howled in pain and retreated. The muscles at the stumps of his severed arms writhed madly, trying to regrow them.

But this time, the violet-gold Thunder Light lingering on the Black Frost Blade clung to the wounds like maggots on bone, sizzling as it burned. It destroyed every sprout of newly grown flesh, completely interrupting Angke's limb regeneration.

Yet, to Angke's surprise, Qin Tian did not press his advantage. Instead, he spun around and shot toward Agatha like a violet bolt of lightning.

The Undying Mystic Phoenix's reaction could not have been faster. She swept her arms, and Phoenix Fire surged wildly around her, condensing into three walls of flame before her. At the same time, she retreated at high speed, trying to widen the distance.

But her speed was like a snail's crawl before Qin Tian. The Black Frost Blade shattered all three fire walls in succession without losing momentum, its tip already poised before her brow.

The blade stopped at precisely the right spot. Its tip was less than