Time and again, these "miracles" finally forged the ratfolk's delusional faith into an iron will, making them dare to charge the Clan Warriors with death-defying resolve beneath the rain of their comrades' entrails and severed limbs.
Veins crisscrossed and blood vessels bulged across their savage faces, making them resemble revenant corpses condensed from the resentment of countless bullied, oppressed, and slaughtered people over thousands of years.
As one side waxed, the other waned, and the centaur warriors' morale sank even lower.
Though the shameful event of being directly killed by ratfolk had not yet occurred.
Many of them had been trapped within the Rat Tide's encirclement, wounds opening across their bodies at a rate visible to the naked eye, blood streaming from each one. That was an undeniable fact.
As a result, Meng Chao and Ice Storm struck down four more "prey" in succession.
The crazed Rat Tide swarmed over them, tearing them into scraps, skin and bones alike.
Only after the heads of these centaur warriors, who had died with their eyes still open, were kicked around beneath the ratfolk's feet like balls.
Did the remaining centaur warriors finally find the chance to activate their Totem Armor.
When armor engraved with mysterious, intricate runes, surging with peerless War Flames, and roaring like ferocious beasts—armor that seemed forged by Death's own hand—wrapped evenly around every inch of the centaur warriors' powerful flesh, these pursuers, unable to tell whether they were hunters or prey, finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Unparalleled venom and brutality reappeared on their terrified faces.
Driven by their Totem Armor, they swung their long-handled war hammers and two-handed giant swords with speed and force multiplied several times over, turning them into burning storms.
The ratfolk at close range were swept into them one after another and