Jeming made a gesture, and Amy and Victor quickly concealed themselves in the bushes on both sides, poised to strike.
Their task was to clear out any potential escapees, while the main assault fell to Jeming.
Jeming took a deep breath, crouching slightly like a leopard ready to pounce.
"Go!"
The ten talisman witchcraft artifacts on his wrist were instantly activated, blooming like flowers.
In the next second, a torrent of energy bullets spewed forth!
Continuous energy balls swept across the air like the Grim Reaper's scythe, leaving blurred afterimages.
The orc elites noticed at the same time, their combat instincts catching the danger just before the energy bullets struck.
One warrior lifted his head in surprise, opening his mouth to raise the alarm, but before he could make a sound, an energy bullet pierced through his throat with precision.
Puh! Puh! Puh!
The energy bullets struck critical joints, throats, and chests with pinpoint accuracy.
