Chapter 394: Last Struggle
Chapter 394: Last Struggle
The stillness in the air shattered in an instant as the serpent’s massive body jerked violently, its eyes snapping open with a blazing intensity that seemed to pierce through the dim surroundings. The low rumble that accompanied its movements escalated into a cacophony of thrashing and hissing, the sheer force of its struggle shaking the very ground beneath them.
“Stand your ground!” Lyerin bellowed, his voice cutting through the chaos like a blade. His sharp, commanding tone left no room for hesitation. “Do not let it gain any leverage! Encircle it! Tighten the formation!”
The Pig Orcs immediately moved into action, their colossal forms bracing themselves against the relentless thrashing of the serpent. Its body, though weakened and riddled with wounds, still possessed immense power, slamming into the earth and sending tremors rippling outward. Dust and debris were thrown into the air with every violent movement, creating a storm of chaos that obscured the battlefield.
“Focus on its head!” Lyerin roared, his eyes locked onto the serpent’s frenzied movements. “It’s trying to lash out! Keep its head pinned down! You two—move to its tail! Do not let it sweep anyone off their feet!”
Two Pig Orcs, their muscles bulging with effort, charged toward the serpent’s tail. The massive appendage writhed and coiled like a whip, threatening to crush anything in its path. The Orcs worked in tandem, their weapons striking precise blows to keep the tail under control.
Meanwhile, the others focused on the serpent’s head, their immense strength barely enough to hold it at bay. The creature hissed loudly, its forked tongue flicking out as it thrashed in a desperate bid for freedom. Its immense coils writhed and rolled, smashing into the surrounding terrain with deafening force.
“Hold it down!” Lyerin commanded, his voice rising above the deafening noise. “Every second it struggles, it weakens itself further! Do not falter!”
The Pig Orcs obeyed without question, their movements synchronized as they worked to contain the beast. Yet, the serpent’s thrashing only grew more violent, each movement a testament to its primal instinct to survive. Its massive body rose and fell, slamming into the earth with enough force to send shockwaves through the ground.
“Brace yourselves!” Lyerin shouted, his keen eyes assessing every movement of the beast. He stood at the center of the chaos, a calm yet commanding presence amidst the storm. “It’s desperate now. Do not let it throw you off balance! This is its last stand!”
The serpent’s thrashing intensified, its strength fueled by desperation. Its massive jaws snapped open and shut, trying to strike at anything within reach. The Pig Orcs, despite their immense size and strength, were pushed to their limits, their muscles straining as they fought to keep the beast contained.
“Attack its vital points!” Lyerin ordered, his voice cutting through the chaos with unwavering authority. “Do not waste your strength on its scales—strike where it is already injured! Every blow counts!”
One by one, the Pig Orcs followed his orders, their weapons finding purchase in the serpent’s wounds. Each strike drew a guttural hiss from the beast, its massive body writhing in pain. Yet, despite its efforts, it was clear that the creature was losing the battle.