Zharuk gripped the pendant tightly and squeezed it, a golden light immediately engulfing his huge body.
These days, any divine artifact from Auranys would consider beings like orcs to be beasts of darkness, exploding them during use; an effect imbued on them after a bloody war many hundreds of millennia ago.
The fact that this artifact hadn't exploded Zharuk immediately made it clear that the item was at least a hundred thousand years old.
Qingyi took a single step back in the air, watching the golden light spread across Zharuk's body.
The orc's veins glowed and his blood-red eyes were filled with gold, even the reddish flames surrounding his axe changing.
That was dangerous.
"You... weakling... DIE!" Zharuk roared, striking with his axe with full force.
That finally drew a serious reaction from Qingyi, who covered his body with black scales, using the first form of the Storm Monarch Sword Art.
