The overwhelming number of orcs made the outcome of the battle inevitable. When Xiu Yan's sharp wooden stick pierced through Lu Shi's chest, all the orcs let out a roar that echoed through the valley.
Black, bloody stench oozed from the wounded chest, slowly staining the white snow beneath a shade of red. The blood seeped into the soil, ensuring no plants would grow on this piece of land for years to come.
The orcs rushed into the cave like a swarm of locusts, only to be met with filthy, straw-filled hornet's nests and bones scattered haphazardly on the ground. The squalid living conditions left the orcs disgusted, making them turn around to leave.
But then...
"Who stepped on my foot!"
"Ahhhh! Who just touched my buttocks!"
"Nile, get your hand off my face!"
The beasts within the cave tried to rush out, while those outside tried to rush in, a Beast World Continent version of a stampede about to take place.