A giant star spiral appeared in the night sky, slowly rotating around the four people, its dazzling starlight twinkling, beautiful and mesmerizing.

Blackham, Prometheus, and Heather were all affected simultaneously, their bodies momentarily swaying.

Prome and Heather were the first to be thrown back by the aftershocks of Blackham's attack, their injuries compounded. Blackham, however, was the strongest. He only paused for a moment before turning to look at Qin Mo, the only target in the arena, and revealing a cruel grin.

A crescent moon suddenly appeared on the ice field, its bright, pure moonlight cool and penetrating, catching Blackham's eye.

Blackham felt a sense of unease; in all his centuries of life, he had never seen such pure moonlight, nor felt such cool moonlight.

A crescent moon swept past Blackhammer's body, and despite his imposing warhammer blocking his chest, the crescent moon passed by effortlessly, coming and going silently.

A horrific wound opened up on Blackham's chest, revealing the massive sternum beneath.

Qin Mo gasped for breath, trying to alleviate the emptiness caused by the rough use of the power of the stars. He had very little experience in using the power of the stars, and when he used all his starlight to activate the Crescent Slash, he almost drained his body dry.

Blackham looked down at his chest, not raising his head for a long time, letting the blood drip onto the cold snowfield.

"Hehehehe!" The orcish shaman began to let out a chilling laugh.

The sorrowful smile made Qin Mo and the other two feel the danger. The Holy Maiden tried her best to get closer to Qin Mo and grabbed his hand, but her hand was trembling and weak.

"I'm really old. Even an ant can hurt me. Do I... still need to stay in this world?"

Blackham's beard began to change color, turning snow-white, and his skin began to wrinkle like tree bark, but his aura became incredibly violent and powerful. An overwhelming pressure, irresistible to Qin Mo and the others, seeped from his increasingly emaciated body.

Looking at the three people huddled together, sensing their trembling under his oppressive aura, the old orc felt a surge of exhilaration and roared, "Cowardly humans... let us die together!... Hahahaha!"

Blackham looked at Qin Mo and the others, who were trembling with fear, and felt extremely pleased. The three humans were all cowards. He could fearlessly throw away his life, but they could not.

Qin Mo and the other two stretched out their hands with fear on their faces, pointing at Blackham. Their appearance only made the old orc more smug and arrogant.

"Humans... how could you lowly races possibly comprehend the courage of orcs! Tremble! Die!... Ugh!"

"Well!"

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