Even when facing Ice Storm or even Kasava Bloodhoof, Brute Hammer had never felt this kind of fear, as though he were being haunted by a ghost.
Driven by extreme terror, he let out a thunderous roar and spun his trunk, which resembled a meteor hammer, into a devastating storm. It swept up broken stones, snapped timber, and dust from the ruins, forming an impregnable shell around him.
Yet that sensation of ice cones piercing his bones, of thorns prickling at his back, still seeped through the storm like mercury spilling across the ground.
A sharp pain suddenly stabbed the tip of Brute Hammer's trunk.
It felt as though his entire trunk were about to be torn out by the roots.
He hurriedly lowered his head to dodge.
Then, with a bang, sparks flew through the smoke and dust.
The attacker's blade had collided with his tusk.
Judging by the attacker's silent fighting style, this cicada-wing-thin blade should not have possessed much force.
Yet the impact between blade and tusk still numbed half of Brute Hammer's gums.
He reached out and touched his tusk, immediately feeling a crack that ran all the way to its root.
If the crack went even half a finger deeper, it would have snapped his entire tusk off.
Even now, Brute Hammer had yet to catch sight of the attacker.
That drove his fear to its limit.
He could only retreat desperately and summon his Totem Armor—Locomotive!
Pitch-black Liquid Metal seeped from all thirty-six thousand pores of his body.
A metallic sheen like cast black iron gathered into several hundred three-dimensional Cuneiform Scripts, swirling around him and helping the Liquid Metal rapidly solidify into layer upon layer of impregnable armor.
When the armor covering his limbs completed its Equipped state in an instant and erupted