A shrill scream shook the campsite, smells of blood and carnage hanging in the air. The Oryx hadn't even tried to hide himself. Facing a group of such weaklings, why would it have to? Such things were meaningless in the face of true power.
However, had the four deserters who had died earlier in the day been present, they would have realized that something seem to be wrong. The Oryx they had seen had a massive crimson halberd strapped to his back. But, this one had a massive great sword almost as thick as its burly body on its back.
Unless this Oryx had for some reason chosen to change weapons, it was all but confirmed at this point. There was more than just one Oryx bearing down on them.
Senior Lu felt his heart seize. He couldn't believe that his worst fears were already coming to fruition.
'It's just ten meters, just ten meters. It's the blink of an eye. I can make it!'
