Reinforcements Arrive, Holy Blood Battles Imperial Clan

The wind had stopped.

Ormond's massive body, over five meters tall, floated in midair like a mountain descending from the heavens, radiating a suffocating pressure.

He looked down at the six figures blocking his way, the corners of his mouth curling into a cruel grin that exposed a mouthful of fangs.

Li Qi and the others stood opposite him, every one of them feeling the terrifying pressure emanating from the Eighth-Order Orc Royal Clan.

That pressure was not a crushing force on the level of Psionic Energy. It was suppression originating from the very level of life itself, like ants looking up at an elephant, mortals facing a god.

Their bodies tensed involuntarily, their muscles stiffened, their breathing quickened, and even the flow of blood seemed to slow at that moment.

Cold sweat seeped from everyone's foreheads, slid down their cheeks, and dripped onto the scorched earth beneath their feet.

All six had fought countless battles and faced innumerable life-and-death crises, but at this moment, they experienced that bone-deep sense of helplessness for the first time.

Ormond's gaze slowly swept across the six of them.

These humans must all be Qin Tian's subordinates.

Qin Tian, you made me lose so many clansmen, so many elite warriors. Now I'll let you taste the pain of losing your subordinates too.

At that thought, an even denser bloodthirst and brutality surged in Ormond's eyes.

He slowly raised one arm and spread his five fingers. Golden Psionic Energy frantically gathered, compressed, and expanded in his palm, giving off a heart-palpitating fluctuation.

"Beast King Fist!"

A deep roar rang out.

Golden Psionic Energy burst from Ormond's palm like an exploding sun, condensing in midair into an enormous golden lion that inspired terror.

Every strand of the lion's mane was distinct, its fangs bared in savage