Chapter 270: A Desire for power. we are hunting the Chanland Kingdom.

On Chiron's command, the eyes of the dragon glowed in a particular bright red rune.

*Grwllllll!*

It spat out it's flames again.

This time around, the fire was not yellow as usually was.

The flames were red like blood.

The moment, the flames touched the fog, a path was created.

Immediately, Every body followed after the dragon, rushing into the fog.

As they did, the fog of unbounded Demise closed up behind them.

At the same time, the Orc chief was just on his last leg.

The Orc chief was strong and had managed to even smash the head of one bronze cultivator and injure another two significantly.

He truly dominated the battlefield.

Even the rest of the Chanland army could not stop him.

He caused chaos everywhere as he brandished his hammer.

He delivered blows that sent many straight to the welcoming embrace of the grim reaper.

Every attack was equivalent to a head or many heads.

General Buckle saw this and frowned. His soldiers were being harvested like grain.