Once their war hammers had smashed each other's joints, their blades had split each other's bones, and their teeth had sunk deep into each other's flesh,
Whether it had been a misunderstanding, or even why they were fighting, no longer mattered.
The operation interfaces of every Totem Armor worn by both sides burst with dazzling red flares, using the most extravagant audiovisual effects to instantly stir their Battle Intent to its limit. Their bodies were crazily stimulated to release massive amounts of adrenaline, Dopamine, and Endorphin, plunging them into a vortex of slaughter from which they could not extricate themselves.
Perhaps, to Totem Warriors, the only thing that mattered was battle.
As for the reason for fighting and the enemy they fought, those had never mattered in the first place.
Amid the chaotic melee, no one even noticed that the ancient weapons, armor, and secret medicines that had originally drawn the two groups here had all vanished without a trace!
Of course, before either side had been completely killed or wounded, Totem Warriors whose brains churned like magma would probably have had no time to think even if they noticed the problem.
Taking advantage of the two groups of Bloodhoof Warriors fighting tooth and nail, Meng Chao and Ice Storm returned to the area where a large number of Ratfolk Rebel Army members had gathered.
With the pressure on the perimeter greatly reduced, the Ratfolk Rebel Army could finally catch their breath.
Under the Rat God Envoy's command, basic order was restored.
As the crowd shoved and jostled, they gradually formed several lines, swiftly passing through enormous holes in the ground or narrow fissures before disappearing into the depths of the earth.
Fewer and fewer ratfolk remained on the surface, and Meng Chao gradually swallowed back the heart that had