What came next was a disaster for this band of Orcs. At Zhao Fu's command, the Dark Soldiers transformed into streaks of black light and shot forth. The streams of light were incomparably sharp; in a flash, Orc after Orc was cut cleanly in two.
Screams rang out without end as blood splashed everywhere. The Orcs fell one after another, carpeting the ground, while the survivors fled in terror.
Yet those fifty thousand streaks of light continued to dart back and forth, giving no one even the slightest chance to live. Every last one was slaughtered, and the scene was exceedingly bloody.
Countless members of the caravan were wildly excited. This was that lord's power—what did three hundred thousand soldiers amount to? They had all been butchered.
Inside the carriage, Gou Qianqian and Dog Clear Water, who had only just submitted to Zhao Fu, were also deeply shocked. An army of three hundred thousand Orcs had been massacred so easily, without a single survivor. Their master's power was far too terrifying.
After the effortless slaughter of three hundred thousand Orcs, blood had dyed the ground red. Murderous aura soared into the heavens, like dark clouds shrouding the sky. Even those far away felt a chill and understood that something dreadful had happened here.
The caravan continued onward!
This nation was a Pigman nation. Its people had pig-like heads and human-like bodies; some even had faces resembling humans, though they possessed a pair of pig ears and a tail. Most of them were rather fat.
Originally, when the Pigman Kingdom learned that the Orcs had breached their country, it fell into fear and despair. Their nation might be destroyed, and chaos engulfed the entire kingdom as many people hurriedly packed their belongings and tried to flee.
But then an astonishing piece