"Ah!"
As Bai E drew his bow to accumulate power, a warrior already caught in the besiegement let out a painful scream.
The warrior, wounded by a cleaver on his arm, was almost immediately submerged by the surge of cleavers in the next moment.
Slash after slash, cut after cut.
Amidst the flurry of blade shadows, flesh and blood flew in all directions.
Blade edges, serrated teeth, spikes... countless attacks devastated the warrior's body simultaneously, and even the combat suit could not protect the frail human frame from such an onslaught.
Those orcs' attacks followed no rules.
They neither aimed to strike body parts to kill the enemy quickly nor thought about how to allocate their force and devise tactical plans.
Raging battle, chaotic noise—that was what they pursued.
The roar of gunpowder, the enemy's screams... all the messy sounds excited them with a primitive thrill of battle.
The fallen warrior thus suffered even more brutal blows.
