"Who are you, and how dare you enter my territory?" Trolls were hostile to outsiders, and the fate of other races who intruded into a Troll kingdom went without saying. But when Zol'Maz saw the Animal Gods behind Patrick, he flew into a rage. "You dare sabotage Lord Galdarah's grand ambition? Unforgivable!"
Zol'Maz raised a skull, and intense voodoo energy flooded his entire body. His aura resembled that of Hex Lord Malacrass, whom Patrick had once faced, but Zol'Maz was far stronger now than Malacrass had been then.
Patrick himself had long since grown far beyond his former self. So what if Zol'Maz possessed Immortal-level combat power? Patrick's actual fighting ability was not something an ordinary Immortal could compare with.
Voodoo energy coursed through his body, and Zol'Maz's muscles swelled dramatically. Even the edge of the axe in his hands gleamed with a dark light. Raising his great axe, he rushed at Patrick.
"Watch out!" Har'koa could not help warning him. Zol'Maz's enormous axe whooshed through the air, its force even greater than before. The savage soldiers the Trolls kept and their followers all howled in excitement.
The expected cleaving blow never happened. The voodoo-imbued axe never even came close to Patrick. A spatial barrier stopped Zol'Maz's advance. His charge seemed to hit a wall, and he was hurled hard back onto the ground.
But the Troll warlord still refused to accept it and climbed to his feet again. This time, the black radiance along his axe blade grew even denser.
"How boring." Patrick had not even given Zol'Maz a proper look before unleashing a Spatial Riftwave. Although Zol'Maz was still charging forward, only his lower body was running. Both he and his axe were sliced straight through at waist level, and he collapsed to the ground, drawing breath but