The orcs had long since grown used to their chief Black Claw's temper.
That night.
Deep within the Black Claw Tribe, formed from the merger of the Black Mountain Tribe and the Greatsword Tribe, inside a dwelling.
Black Claw sat cross-legged, circulating the orc cultivation technique modified by his main body, further making use of the Faith Power he had gained.
Those orcs before had known no martial arts at all. They had simply relied on vast amounts of Faith Power to enhance themselves, purely increasing their strength, power, and size.
Yet those orcs had gone no further than that. They had cultivated no techniques whatsoever, or perhaps they had merely instinctively operated according to some innate impulse.
Indeed.
Jiang Shu had already noticed that the orcs' cultivation methods seemed almost branded into their instincts. In a sense, as long as they had enough Faith Power, they would be cultivating at every moment.
After circulating it for a while, Black Claw suddenly opened his eyes. His pupils were thick with bloodshot veins, and he abruptly sprang up.
Bang!
In the blink of an eye, the ground shattered. Countless cracks spread outward, and the entire small house was directly destroyed.
The commotion was far from small and immediately drew the attention of many orcs. But when they saw their chief, each of them shrank back, not daring to look any further.
"Whew!"
After making a discovery, Black Claw exhaled sharply. He glanced at the house he had destroyed, then casually walked into a neighboring hut.
Bang!
The door flew open. The orc lying inside had just been about to flare up, but upon seeing the chief's appearance, he immediately obediently rolled out.
Black Claw ignored that orc. Rage surged within him, and when he lifted his gaze, his main body Jiang