章 1672: Death Race

The 10,000 meter tall blood-red Orc gave off a sky-toppling aura and it coldly looked forwards.

"Arghh!" Another cry sounded out as Zhao Fu, covered with blood, stood up with a terrifying ghostly flame around him. The cross-shaped pupil and six gray dots in his right eye quickly spun, and blood continuously flowed out from it.

A 100 meter tall ghostly flame erupted around his body as a terrifying aura spread out. Intense gray light covered the surroundings, and an eerie wind blew out, causing countless trees to sway and boulders to roll.

Boom!

Zhao Fu squatted down and raised his hands, gathering great power into his hands, before pressing them against the ground. The ground cracked and a massive explosion sounded out as a formless energy spread out from Zhao Fu and covered the surrounding 10,000 kilometers.