Unfortunately, Brute Hammer's ratfolk household guards had all been worked over by the Powerful Potion Meng Chao had carefully concocted. They vomited and had diarrhea, their whole bodies limp and weak, unable to move even half a pinky.
How could they possibly stop Meng Chao?
In the blink of an eye, before Brute Hammer could swing his trunk again, Meng Chao had already stepped on the household guards' heads and sprang onto the windowsill.
He turned back, flashed Brute Hammer a grin, and vanished through the window.
That mocking smile utterly washed away Brute Hammer's reason.
The furious Bloodhoof Warrior let out a thunderous roar. Moving as swiftly as the wind, he smashed through the doorway, knocking half the door flying in the process.
His massive body, like that of a Giant Elephant, erupted with a cheetah's speed. Taking three strides as two, he rushed around to the window Meng Chao had escaped through.
There, on a rooftop not far away, a black shadow flickered. Meng Chao was fleeing desperately toward the outside of the Blood Skull Arena.
"Catch him!"
Brute Hammer roared.
But the Blood Skull Arena was in utter chaos.
A chain of massive methane explosions had destroyed one corner of the arena and blasted half the fighting platform into collapse.
Flames burst from the cracks amid the shattered walls and ruins, flowing and spreading everywhere like lava.
Billowing black smoke extended clawing, dancing tendrils, disrupting the vision of the Clan Warriors stationed inside the arena.
The crash of collapsing buildings and the crackling explosions of the flames made Brute Hammer's roar seem twisted and insignificant.
More frightening still, countless ratfolk were stirring restlessly.
If Ratfolk Servant Soldiers still theoretically possessed a bright future—if they might become their masters' personal guards or attendants, or even receive their masters'