58: I've become a useless person.

Chen Xu's lightning spear tore through the sky, Li Changqing's longsword gleamed with a chilling light, and Song Nanzhi's moon blade drew a deadly arc; the three of them launched a coordinated pincer attack.

However—

Leige's sole remaining eye burst forth with terrifying ferocity, and his giant axe swept horizontally, stirring up a violent surge of Qi.

Chen Xu's lightning spear was deflected by the axe's wind halfway through its thrust, and Li Changqing's sword technique was still unformed when he was sent flying three zhang by an elbow strike.

Song Nanzhi's moon blade had just grazed Leige's back when Leige turned and kicked her in the chest, sending her flying like a kite with a broken string.

"If we fought fair and square, I alone could kill all eighteen of you!" Leige's hoarse roar made the three's eardrums ache.

Even though his left leg was almost crippled, his movements were still as swift as a ghost.

Every swing of his giant axe carried the force to split mountains and crack stones, forcing the three to retreat repeatedly.

Chen Xu's tiger's mouth was split and bleeding, Li Changqing's treasured sword showed cracks, and Song Nanzhi had fallen to the side, unable to get up—their combined attack was like child's play in front of Leige.

The most terrifying thing was that the wounds on Leige's body were slowly healing! This was his unique Orc talent—Blood Battle! He could heal himself during combat!

If converted to cultivation Ranks, Leige was at least at the Peak of Foundation Establishment.

But Chen Xu and the other two were only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment; the gap was too wide.

The others wanted to help but were afraid of friendly fire because Leige was very clever, sticking close to the three attackers, not giving others a chance to fire their firearms.

Just as Chen Xu, Li Changqing, and Song Nanzhi were about to be cut down by the axe.

Bang!

A crisp gunshot—Lu Haodong's bullet precisely hit Leige's wrist, which was raising his giant axe, forcefully interrupting his fatal blow to Chen Xu.

"Damn bug!" Leige roared and turned his head, his bloodshot eyes locking onto Lu Haodong.

He stomped the ground fiercely, transforming into a bloody afterimage that rushed towards Lu Haodong, moving so fast that it left trails in the air.

The ground cracked beneath his feet, and as gravel flew, this severely wounded warrior still erupted with chilling killing intent.

Facing the looming threat of death, Lu Haodong was unusually calm.

His slender fingers rested steadily on the trigger, his breathing as even as if he were target practicing on a training ground.

When Leige was still twenty meters away from him, he suddenly feigned a shot to his right—it was a perfect feint!

Leige instinctively dodged to the left as expected, but he ran right into Lu Haodong's second shot, which had been predicted.

"Bang!"

This shot was terrifyingly precise, hitting Leige directly between the eyebrows.

Leige's ferocious expression froze on his face, and blood mixed with brain matter gushed from the bullet hole.

Just at the last moment of Leige's fading consciousness, his remaining willpower erupted with astonishing power.

Muscle memory drove him to use his last ounce of strength, throwing the giant axe in his hand towards Lu Haodong.

The blood-stained battle axe spun rapidly in the air, its blade whistling with its owner's unwillingness and roar.

"Crack!" The crisp sound of bones breaking.

Lu Haodong didn't even have time to feel the pain when he saw his right hand severed at the wrist, blood spurting like a fountain from the wound.

Ah!! A scream echoed through the entire mountain.

Intense pain swept through his body; his face instantly turned as pale as paper, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

The hand that had once deftly pulled the trigger now lay quietly in a pool of blood.

Leige's tall body crashed to the ground; this warrior, hailed as the greatest Orc, fell forever in a pool of blood, filled with resentment.

The wind swept across the battlefield, carrying wafts of blood, playing the final elegy for this unyielding warrior.

"Lu Haodong!"

"Oh my God, how, how could this happen!"

The others couldn't believe it, looking at the shocking bloody wound, somewhat at a loss.

Chen Xu rushed up with his firearm, firing several shots at Leige's head, heart, and chest, bang, bang, bang!

Only when Leige's corpse was a bloody mess did Chen Xu relax.

"The battle isn't over yet, why are you all acting foolish? Shen Nanzhi, come and heal him!"

Shen Nanzhi released Moon Light healing magic, a silvery-white aura enveloping Lu Haodong's wound.

Flesh visibly wriggled and healed, but the severed hand could not regrow.

The light of a Genius in Lu Haodong's eyes extinguished; he mechanically repeated, "I'm crippled... I'm crippled..."

Chen Xu said seriously, "Lu Haodong, listen, in this world, nothing is impossible. Maybe in the future, you can grow a new arm, and even if not, we can create a weapon suitable for you to shoot with one hand. Don't give up."

"Don't give up? Hahahaha..." Lu Haodong laughed hysterically, "Chen Xu, you've never had a hand severed! You don't understand this pain! I won five global championships with my right hand! But now, my right hand is gone... gone!"

Lu Haodong lost too much blood and, coupled with his emotional agitation, he fainted directly.

Chen Xu had no time to attend to Lu Haodong's emotions: "Doctor Song, you take Lu Haodong back to the safe camp. The rest of you, follow me down the mountain to clear the battlefield. Remember, all bodies must be shot again to prevent any surprises!"

Yixiantian (A Slit in the Sky/Narrow Gorge), bang, bang, bang!

Gunshots rang out incessantly.

The eighteen Transmigrators fired additional shots at all the bodies on the ground.

As expected.

Many Orcs who were feigning death roared and then truly died.

Chen Xu calmly said, "Don't rush to collect spoils of war, let's seize the opportunity while the enemy hasn't reacted and charge into their lair!!"

According to Lu Haodong's previous map of the Orc Tribe, their total personnel numbered only over three hundred. This time, they had virtually wiped out all their elites. While they hadn't reacted, they would go straight for the lair!!

...The Orc chieftain Geluoke sat on a throne piled with beast bones, his thick palm caressing the Human Race skull embedded in the armrest.

The Great Shaman Zhaka knelt hunched at his feet, his bone rattle making a faint sound as he moved, his withered lips describing a future blueprint:

"Once Leige eliminates the bane, we will use their blood to refine the totem pole, and then all the magic power of the entire continent will tilt towards us..."

The chieftain's eyes lit up as he listened: "When I sit on the throne of the Human Alliance, I will make all women of the Human Race kneel before me and feed my war wolves with their nourishment!"

The Great Shaman looked up and smiled fawningly, a faint green light flashing in his sunken eye sockets: "Hehehe, then I can obtain all the books in the Human Race magic library, and I can research forbidden witchcraft."

Suddenly!

Boom!

A deafening explosion tore open the top of the tent, and shattered stones stirred up by the airwave rained down.

Geluoke was so frightened that he rolled directly off the throne, his buttocks hitting the pile of beast bones behind him, causing a sharp pain.

"Report—!" An Orc guard stumbled and crashed through the tent flap, his leather armor on his chest tattered, revealing torn flesh.

"The, the outsiders have broken in!"

Before he finished speaking, the guard's head suddenly exploded, blood splattering on the chieftain's face, pierced by a precise bullet.

The Great Shaman trembled and looked up; through the gap in the tent flap, he saw sixteen figures approaching through the gunpowder smoke, the firearm in the hand of the leading person still smoking.

"Leige?! Call Leige back!" The chieftain's voice was tearful.

"Leige is dead." Chen Xu swaggered in, aiming his firearm at the chieftain, "Now, it's your turn."