CHAPTER 1270: CHAPTER 1269: SPLIT OPEN

It felt as if there was a fire seed burning fiercely inside his body, growing stronger, with countless tongues of flame ready to burst out.

The orc opened his mouth and groaned in pain, but a horrifying scene unfolded—visible white smoke began to billow from his mouth.

It was like a stone scorched by fire for a long time having water poured over it.

His skin started to redden rapidly, and the nomadic orcs standing nearby could even see tiny cracks on his face.

Revealing the bright red flesh beneath, the heat was so intense that the blood couldn’t even seep out from the cracks before it evaporated.

"His face is cracking!" a trembling voice echoed across the camp. The surrounding orcs looked at their nomadic leader’s current state and instantly blanched, eyes wide open.

The once robust orc now had a face full of fine, dense cracks, with not a drop of blood in sight.

Subsequently, they cast furtive glances of both awe and fear at Shaman Ji Nuan, who stood there with a smiling face.

Who would have thought that this seemingly gentle and approachable shaman was actually as fearsome as the other shamans, or perhaps even more so.

Ji Nuan took out a sectioned tree jar and handed it to Xiu Yan beside her. The orc leisurely poured some potion into a stone bowl.

Holding the potion, he approached the nomadic orc leader: "Submit or die."

The nomadic orc leader let out a painful howl, reaching out to snatch the stone bowl.

But Xiu Yan swiftly dodged: "Submit or die."

The orc opened his mouth, and his already unpleasant voice became even more hoarse and rough: "Submit... submit..."

Xiu Yan raised an eyebrow and handed the stone bowl to him.

The orc hurriedly took it and poured it into his mouth, feeling a coolness flow down his throat, gradually spreading throughout his body.

The burning that had almost burst out of his body seemed to meet its nemesis and instantly extinguished, without a trace.

The recent agony and struggle had drained all his strength, leaving him utterly exhausted.

He plopped down onto the sandy ground, gasping for air.

He didn’t know how severe the wounds on his face were, but the fine, pervasive pain hinted to him that the wounds were quite extensive.

He reached out to touch his cheek, only to be shocked by the wounds on his hand, which were as fine and extensive as strands of prey fur across the back of his hand.

Blood began slowly oozing from them, and he knew without a doubt that his face bore the same kind of wounds.

"Ah~ my face!" The orc wailed in sorrow, repeatedly shouting about his face.

Ji Nuan was momentarily stunned—who knew you were such a nomadic orc leader.

"Stop wailing," she said with utter disdain.

Then she tossed a packet of medicinal powder onto the sand beside him: "Mix the powder with water into medicine clay, and apply a thin layer on the wounds. In two days, the wounds will be gone."

After all, you’re an orc. Sitting there howling just over your face, unbelievable.

Ignoring this eyesore of an orc, Ji Nuan turned her attention to the remaining nomadic orcs: "Who’s next?"

In an instant, the nomadic orcs, who had been bystanders, tensed up.