Zhou Leng knew he was about to be exposed. He let go of the orc corpse, dashed forward, and punched fiercely towards the next orc's back, releasing a surge of True Qi.
Bang!
The back of that orc caved in, his body falling forward, crashing onto the orc ahead of him. Blood gurgled from his mouth, and his body trembled as if cramping.
"Enemy attack!"
The remaining four orcs who could move erupted into chaos, speeding up their run while looking back.
Zhou Leng surged forward, slapping his palm towards the rearmost orc.
The orc, in a hurry, swung a fist to strike Zhou Leng's palm.
Orcs naturally have thick skin and rough bones, and he was in the mid-stage of Body Refinement. Even seriously injured, he could withstand a normal strike from Zhou Leng.
When the fist and palm met, his body momentarily paused.
"So weak..."
The thought had just arisen when Zhou Leng unleashed a second similar palm strike.
The orc, already dismissive, raised his fist again to meet it.
