"Damn it...you actually called for backup? You're no hero!"

"Aww...woof...waah!"

Qin Mo kicked straight for the orc's vitals, causing the orc's expression to become incredibly complex. However, having lost his hands, and with his legs writhing in a painful yet pleasurable spasm, he could only try to kill Qin Mo with his gaze.

"I can't help it! You don't feel pain. You don't react strongly when I kick you in other places. I'm asking you, why do you still feel your thing? Is it still usable?"

Armless Orc: "..."

A large group of humanoid creatures poured out of the orc camp, including mounted knights and running orcs. The deathly aura emanating from them mingled together, making Qin Mo feel nauseous and palpitations from afar.

Qin Mo grumbled and grabbed the orc's ankle, dragging him away. He didn't want to fight a bunch of undead knights and undead orcs; one person fighting a group was not a scene that should be staged at this time.

The pitch-black night suddenly brightened, and a radiant moon appeared above the army of the dead. Its blazing beams pierced through the gloomy deathly aura and shone upon the undead knights and orcs.

"Oh oh oh... mmm mmm..."

The screams of agony rose and fell, far exceeding the commotion Qin Mo had caused earlier. The deathly aura emanating from these undead armies transformed into eerie flames upon encountering the beams of light, which swirled and burned around them.

A dark figure charged into the army of the dead, clad in black helmet and armor with long legs. Radiant energy flashed continuously, and severed limbs flew everywhere. In the blink of an eye, he had cut through the crowd.

Qin Mo looked at the armless orc she was carrying, then at the two women below working together to wipe out the enemy, and suddenly felt that her performance just now was really lame.