A severe chill crawled up the orc's spine when she heard the voice that seemed to have originated from the coldest pits of hell. She felt a terrifying presence behind her.
When she turned around, though, it was already too late for her. All she was able to see was a palm thrust that was aimed straight at her chest, and the person that the palm belonged to looking down at her with a malevolent gaze.
Fear flashed in her eyes for a brief moment before everything returned to darkness.
Hand of Doom: Spectral Palm Strike!
BOOM!!
A deafening sound echoed on the battlefield as Adam obliterated the orc's upper body. One shot was all it took. Everything above the orc's waist was reduced to mere bloodstains.
Then, the orc's lower body lifelessly fell to the ground, her legs still twitching from time to time. Seeing this, Adam wasn't moved even one bit. He felt no remorse for her whatsoever.
