With a fierce roar, Othniel bit through his tongue and sprayed blood across his cavalry saber. Instantly, the blade turned blood-red, transforming into what looked like a demonic weapon.

Knox shouted in alarm, "Watch out! That's the Highland Tribe's Blood-Forging Art. It amplifies combat power."

Othniel's face twisted grotesquely. "Take this!"

A crimson lightning bolt suddenly descended from the sky, striking his blade. Othniel's entire body shook as he rose into the air, looking like a God of Thunder, wielding red lightning.

He raised the blade high overhead, then brought it crashing down. A column of blood-red light descended from the sky, hurtling straight toward Andrew.

Nyx screamed, "Everyone, get back, now!"

She grabbed Juno and flashed away to a safe distance. The Highland Tribe warriors cried out in terror, scrambling to flee for their lives.

This one strike from Othniel was powerful enough to obliterate half the Highland Tribe settlement.

Andrew looked up at the des