"..." Yughragh stopped for a moment and looked at his trembling hand. 'The time is running out. Time to end this, I suppose.'
"Verhan's Menace!" The Death King bellowed and sent several black spears flying towards Yughragh.
They were made by the Black Smoke of Verhan and corrupted everything in their wake.
Yughragh smashed his wooden mace through the black spears.
But then, the black spears dissolved and turned into black smoke. The black smoke immediately shot towards the green-skinned orc, planning to poison him!
"Karma..." Yughragh reeled in his mace, and once the black smoke was about to touch him, he swung the mace down with relentless fury. "El Fatale!"
Swoosh—the powerful wind blew through the smoke and crashed into the Death King, sending him flying towards the black temple, where he crashed through several pillars.
The temple began to crumble and collapse.
