The mercenaries behind Juventus also cheered. Some of the more impatient ones even went past Juventus and rushed forward. They wanted to cooperate with Han Jin in attacking the beastmen warriors.
"Juventus, take your men and leave first!" Han Jin's voice was still exceptionally clear amidst the cheers and shouts of the crowd.
Juventus froze for a moment before reacting. After all, this was the territory of the elves. If they attracted a large number of elven reinforcements, they would be in danger. Han Jin could retreat later, but the group of sixty to seventy carriages had nowhere to run.
"Everyone stop!" Juventus shouted, "We're leaving!"
The mercenaries who rushed to the front stopped one after another, their faces full of unwillingness. However, disobeying Juventus' orders wasn't a big deal, but Han Jin had already spoken. They came to rely on Han Jin, so no one wanted to leave a bad impression on Han Jin.
"What are you doing? We'll be a burden to Sir if we stay here. Let's go! "Juventus shouted again.
Only then did the mercenaries turn around and rush back. Juventus whistled. His warhorse had already run far away, but when it heard the whistle, it hurriedly turned around and ran back to Juventus. Just as Juventus was about to jump on his warhorse, he suddenly remembered something and roared with all his might, "Raphael, they killed thirty of our brothers!!"
"Understood." Han Jin's voice floated over. The next moment, his figure appeared in another place. The green light reappeared, and the dazzling light instantly covered an area of several dozen meters. After the green light bloomed, it was replaced by a bright red light. Countless severed limbs flew into the sky. The screams of the beastmen warriors and the howls of the wind wolves resounded between heaven and earth.
This was a cruel world where the strong could do whatever they wanted. Ordinary soldiers would never be able to fight against high-end forces. If a group of ants wanted to kill a towering giant, only God knew how much they would have to pay. And when facing a cultivator like Han Jin, the ants had no chance at all. Even if he was facing an army of millions, as long as he was given enough time, he would be able to fight and leave as he pleased. Sooner or later, he would be able to kill all his enemies!
Juventus revealed a sinister smile. He didn't look back and led the group to escape. He knew that Han Jin would avenge them.
Juventus wasn't the only one who wanted revenge. A near hysterical voice rang out, "Master, it's that big guy! Kill him! Kill him!! "
Omar coldly snorted and shouted, "Leave this to me. You guys go around!"
Hearing Omar's order, some of the beastmen warriors panicked and suddenly scattered to the sides. Omar jumped down from the wind wolf and strode towards Han Jin. Although Han Jin's fighting strength was far beyond his expectations, it wasn't a big deal. What made him confused was that the other party should be a magician, but with the green longsword in his hand, the Knight's Shield with a lion engraved on his left arm, and the fitting and arrogant battle robe, he looked more like a warrior than any other warrior! Was that really Raphael?!
With a wave of his hand, Han Jin grabbed the Soul-Devouring Bead and threw it behind him. With a series of hand gestures, the Soul-Devouring Bead exploded with a loud boom. Gloomy dark clouds rushed into the sky, blotting out the sky and covering the earth as they crazily expanded and surged outwards. All kinds of ear-piercing laughter, screams, and moans could be heard from the clouds, as if thousands of ghosts were singing an opera.
The beastmen warriors' charge came to an abrupt halt. They could no longer see the convoy, nor could they see what was in the fog. After all, bravery was limited. In the face of the unknown and strange scene, they instinctively felt fear.
Omar shouted, waving his flaming longsword and rushing towards Han Jin.
Unfortunately, Han Jin changed from a warrior to a magician, and a magician who could ignore the "refractory period" of magic. His figure appeared here and there, waving the green light in his hand. Every time he attacked, a dozen or even dozens of beastmen warriors would fall into a pool of blood. Occasionally, a few stronger beastmen warriors would be able to dodge Han Jin's attack in time, but that was all. When they tried to counterattack, Han Jin would have already appeared in another place. Also, dodging once did not mean that he could avoid a second time. In the next moment, Han Jin appeared behind them like a ghost, waving his hand and casually taking their lives.
Omar became a headless fly, chasing after Han Jin's figure in vain, but he could not catch up no matter how hard he tried. In the end, he simply stood there and did not move, coldly watching Han Jin kill his subordinates. However, his expression was still very calm, and there was no sign of anger.
"Who would have thought that the famous Lord Raphael only knows how to bully the weak! Haha … "Omar let out a contemptuous laugh.
When Omar was laughing, Han Jin had already appeared behind an orc warrior. With a light swing of his right hand, the green blade fell from above, cutting down the orc warrior's neck. Then, it continued to fly down, cutting down the gale wolf below. Two large heads rolled and flew far away.
"If I kill you first, they will definitely run everywhere. It's too troublesome." Han Jin said indifferently. In just a dozen breaths' time, he had already killed more than three hundred elite orc warriors. Within a radius of several hundred meters, the snow-white and blood-red blended together in an enchanting and poignant manner. However, his emotions were like a ten thousand year old well, without any fluctuations.
"Now … it's not troublesome?" Omar sneered. The orc warrior that Han Jin had just killed was already the last one. Only a few gale wolves that had escaped death were hiding in the distance, howling mournfully.
As soon as he finished speaking, Omar's figure turned into a series of afterimages, flying towards Han Jin at lightning speed. The burning sword of fire was pointed at Han Jin's chest from afar.
Han Jin pointed his sword finger, and the green light turned into a giant sword that was more than thirty meters long, flying straight towards Omar. Omar was not short, but compared to the giant sword, he was as pitiful as a fly being swatted by a fly.
With a loud bang, countless messy fireballs flew in all directions. The giant sword flew back and turned into a green stream of light, landing in Han Jin's hand. Omar's figure was bounced dozens of meters away. For the sake of his dignity and face, he leaned his body to resist the strong resistance, so much so that his feet and calves sank deep into the snow.
"Yes, it's not troublesome. It's your turn now." Han Jin said as he walked slowly towards Omar. His murderous nature was getting stronger, and his heart was getting colder. He was too lazy to ask about Omar's origin, purpose, and intention to collude with the elves. He just wanted to kill him first.
"My turn?" Omar laughed maniacally. "It seems like you don't know who I am. Let me introduce myself. I'm Omar, from Fatto City. I'm the prince of the Orcs, I …"
"Too much nonsense." Han Jin waved his right hand. "Ruyi Ruyi, frighten the gods and ghosts. Go!"
A black silk thread suddenly shot out, swimming rapidly in the flying snow, and approached Omar in an instant.
Omar took a step back and swung his burning sword forward with all his might. At the moment when the flame came into contact with the black silk thread, the black silk thread suddenly twisted. Han Jin's face turned pale at the same time. He hurriedly made a gesture, and the black silk thread gave up on Omar and flew into the sky.
The next moment, Han Jin's figure disappeared from where he was and appeared in front of Omar, slashing out with the green light.
Omar hurriedly waved his flaming sword and blocked Han Jin's attack. However, as an Orc warrior who was known for his strength, he was not as strong as Han Jin in terms of strength. His whole body was blasted away.
Han Jin pointed with his sword finger, and the green light turned into a giant sword and swept out. Omar's toes touched the ground, and he flew into the air like a cannonball, dodging the sword light released by Han Jin by a hair's breadth.
Han Jin waved his hand in the air, and the black silk thread slithered down silently like a spirit snake, intercepting Omar from behind. It wrapped around Omar's body and tied him up tightly. Omar was so focused on avoiding Han Jin's attack that he only realized when the black silk thread was about to touch him. Unfortunately, it was too late.
Han Jin then disappeared from where he was and appeared in the air above Omar. He waved his left arm with all his might, and the Lion King's Shield smashed heavily on Omar's head.
Although in his own world, Han Jin had almost never practiced martial arts, he had now experienced countless bloody battles. He had gradually matured, not only in his mind and dao, but also in many other aspects. Han Jin's series of movements were as swift as a rabbit's and as natural as flowing water. They were extremely tight.
Omar jumped up like a cannonball and fell down like a cannonball, stirring up countless pieces of snow and sand. His body actually smashed a pit more than a foot deep in the ground.
Han Jin's sword finger slashed down, and the green light shot out like lightning, slashing diagonally at Omar's head. The Immortal-Binding Rope was firmly tied to Omar's body, and he did not want his magic treasures to collide with each other.
Although Omar's head was broken and bleeding, he did not lose his consciousness. At the moment of life and death, his body suddenly flipped out of the pit, and the green light almost grazed his head and pierced into the ground. Almost a quarter of the thirty-meter-long sword blade was deeply embedded in the ground, causing the ground to tremble violently. This was enough to prove the terrifying power contained in the giant sword.
Han Jin released the Ground Shrinking Spell again and appeared in front of Omar. He swung his right fist forward and hit Omar's face. Omar could not help but let out a shrill cry as he was sent flying.
Han Jin formed a hand seal, and the giant sword turned into a green light again. He then moved his sword finger, and the green light shot out like lightning, chasing after Omar.
Omar's body and arms were tightly bound by the Immortal-Binding Rope, and he lost the ability to move. Only his legs could still move. Seeing the green light getting closer and closer, he suddenly let go of the Fire Dragon Sword in his hand and kicked the hilt of the sword. The Fire Dragon Sword flew out and met the green light head-on. There was a loud explosion, and the flames on the Fire Dragon Sword burst out like a blooming firework.
Omar let out an angry howl, and his whole body expanded outwards with the howl. As for the Fire Dragon Sword that had flown hundreds of meters away, he could no longer care about it.
This battle had taught Omar a lesson: to fight, he had to give it his all! No matter how amazing a skill was, if there was no chance to use it, what was the point?!
Han Jin moved his sword finger, and just as he was about to control the green light to attack again, his face suddenly changed. Omar's body was still expanding, and the Immortal-Binding Rope that was deeply embedded in Omar's body was constantly letting out cracking sounds.
"Withdraw!" Han Jin formed a hand seal, and the Immortal-Binding Rope quickly left Omar's body and shot towards Han Jin.
Omar's body continued to expand like a balloon. His height broke through three meters, and after a few breaths, he broke through four meters. The various parts of the armor on his body, whether they were made of steel, leather, or steel, could not withstand the huge expansion force and broke one after another. Some were even stretched to pieces, and the thick hair on Omar's face and body continued to thicken and grow.
"Interesting …" Han Jin smiled. He did not attack, and only watched the show calmly.
"I didn't have the chance to say it just now …" Omar said with a slightly trembling voice. When he thought of this, he felt heartfelt grief and anger. He was only halfway through his self-introduction when he was beaten up by his opponent. However, he had to finish because that was his pride. "I have the blood of the Golden Behemoth in my body. You want to kill me? Haha … "
Ten meters, fifteen meters, Omar's body continued to grow until he finally became a giant monster. Even the fur on his body was almost a meter long, and his sharp and snow-white fangs were even taller than Han Jin's. His hands were close to the ground like a gorilla, and the nails that extended from his fingertips were thicker than Han Jin's waist. An incomparably malevolent and ferocious aura emanated from the monster's body. The breath that came from its bottomless mouth could actually melt the snow within a radius of a dozen meters in an instant. Furthermore, with every breath it inhaled and exhaled, it would let out a thunderous roar.
When he was chasing the group of orc warriors just now, in Han Jin's eyes, the orc warriors were not much stronger than ants. At this moment, he had also become an ant, a real ant.
Han Jin's expression became serious. He was not afraid of anything, but he remembered Guevara's words. The Behemoth was known as the king of the land, and the giant dragons had the ability to fly. They should have the upper hand against the Behemoth, but in fact, the giant dragons always tried to avoid conflict with the Behemoth. To be precise, the giant dragons were afraid of the Behemoth, but the Behemoth was not afraid of the giant dragons. There had to be a reason for the giant dragons to compromise.
If a few of these Behemoth joined forces and attacked his army, the result would be obvious — the entire line would collapse!
Han Jin could sense the aura emitted by the Behemoth in front of him. He had no problem fighting it. He was confident in himself, but he definitely could not withstand a head-on collision. The only way was to fight in a roundabout way and look for an opportunity! However, a group battle was not an individual battle. There was no room for roundabout. Either kill or be killed.
Han Jin suddenly thought of a person — Grand Duke Solomon of the Capital of Elements! In the war between the Capital of Elements and Fatto City, the Capital of Elements had always had the upper hand. Majordomo Gail had said that Grand Duke Solomon had single-handedly supported the glory of the Capital of Elements. The enemy in front of him was already so fierce, not to mention the Lord of Fatto City, Forsa. Grand Duke Solomon was able to firmly suppress Fatto City. How powerful was he?
A scene appeared in Han Jin's mind. A few behemoths led countless orc warriors and rushed toward the Capital of Elements. An old man stood calmly on the city wall and commanded the magicians to attack. Flames, lightning, spinning icicles, and roaring dust engulfed the entire field. In the blink of an eye, the invaders were annihilated!
When Grand Duke Solomon was mentioned before, Yalina's eyes were full of uncontrollable pride and admiration, and the same was true for the unfathomable Majordomo Gail. Han Jin could understand Yalina, but he could not understand Majordomo Gail. In his opinion, Majordomo Gail's real strength should not be much worse than Grand Duke Solomon's. Was his respect for Grand Duke Solomon just because of power and friendship?
Now he finally understood that the rumors did not overestimate Grand Duke Solomon, but underestimated him!
"Do you still want to kill me?" Omar laughed mockingly, and his laughter spread far and wide along the snowfield like a thunderclap.
The next moment, Omar suddenly moved. It only took him one step to cross the distance of dozens of meters. His huge fist, which was as heavy as a ten-thousand-pound rock, came down from above. Before the fist arrived, the wind brought by it had already swept away the snow around Han Jin.
Han Jin did not expect such a giant beast to be so agile. Fortunately, he was not slow either. His body sank into the ground in an instant. With a bang, Omar's right fist sank deep into the snow, and the ground trembled violently. Within a radius of dozens of meters, a hazy snow and dust flew out from the white snow due to the violent tremors, like the rising fog in the morning.
Han Jin had already risen into the air from behind Omar's back. With a wave of his sword finger, the green light turned into a giant sword more than thirty meters long, and swiftly slashed at Omar's back.
Omar suddenly turned around, and stretched out his palm that was a few meters wide to slap the giant sword without any scruples. With another loud bang, the giant sword fell to the ground like a powerless tree branch, and then bounced up dozens of meters high, rolling into the depths of the snowfield. Han Jin felt as if he was struck by lightning. He only wanted to test the true attack power of this monster, but the result was far beyond his expectations. The magic weapon was connected to his mind, and if the magic weapon was damaged, he would also be injured.
Omar lowered his head to look at his giant claws. There were several cracks on those thick and sharp nails. Omar could hardly believe that his nails could pierce through the body of a giant dragon like tofu, and that strange magic tool had almost broken his nails.
Omar let out an angry roar, and casually grabbed at the snow with his hand, creating five deep trenches in the ground. His palm was also full of sand and stone, and then he threw it at Han Jin.
The total weight of the sand and stone was several times that of Han Jin's. Immediately, it turned into thousands of shooting shadows, and with dull and sharp whistling sounds, enveloped the space of dozens of meters around Han Jin.
Han Jin immediately released the Ground Shrinking Spell, and his figure appeared in another place. Omar's left hand followed, and thousands of sand and stone shot at him.
Han Jin made a hand sign, and another Ground Shrinking Spell, far away from Omar's position. With a wave of his sword finger, a slightly dim green light flew from afar, and carried Han Jin's figure into the sky.
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