Chapter 239: Path to freedom (1)

Derik and Cyrus dived into the army of fleeing orcs and killed more viciously than they ever had. With a chance of breakthrough right in front of them, they were willing to grab as many souls as possible. 

Derik was like a death god, blitzing through the army of orcs while reaping lives at a frightening speed. His actions were so swift and decisive that it looked natural, it was as if he was just born to kill!

"Sweep!!!" Cyrus cried loudly and he waved his hands with great effort.

Suddenly his golden massive broadsword appeared out of thin air, sweeping the orc army like a broom sweeping away dirt! With the massive size of the golden broadsword which was as huge as a small mountain, a single attack was enough to clear a large portion of massive forest in the area, killing thousands of orcs in one go!