Jugen looked at the state of the mighty orc with a gulp. The powerful and imposing creature that appeared out of nowhere and charged at Nostria was now in a bloody pulp. His face was nothing but a pool of blood with small hints of little bubbles bursting from what had once been his nose.
Jugen gulped. He had not seen him for a while since, but now he was able to take down the mighty orc that could cleave Nostria in half with a swing. The brutal fight was presented right before his eyes, and Lyon came out victorious while the others got butchered by his generals. There was nothing but the word of awe shrouding his mind.
Jugen saw his cultivation journey. He came out of nowhere and descended down from the sky akin to an immortal being that thought the worldly affair was nothing but benign. Now, he was at the pinnacle of the Mortal World, who would dare to contest him with strength? The man took down a mighty orc that nullifies all mana.
