Although these arrows could not possibly unleash the same devastating power in the hands of ratman archers as they had in their original owners' hands.
Their absolute numerical advantage still allowed them to effectively suppress the scant defenders in the small city.
The black tide of ratmen had already swallowed three trenches in succession and was about to reach the city walls.
At last, the City Gate, like a gaping maw, swung open, and a squad of Tiger Man Warriors clad in Totem Armor pounced out.
Perhaps Tiger Man Warriors were not as colossal as Mammoth Warriors.
But the killing intent soaring into the heavens condensed above and behind them into ever-changing totems, as though countless tigers surrounded them, giving off an even more dangerous pressure than the Mammoth Warriors.
The Tiger Man Warriors charged into the ratman tide like red-hot battle blades cleaving viciously into frozen cheese.
With every swipe of their claws, every tear, every roar, several ratmen were ripped to pieces and left without even a burial ground.
No matter how fierce, mad, or powerful the ratmen were, they could not withstand even a single exchange with the Tiger Man Warriors.
However, there were simply too many ratmen.
Just as arrows infused with Totem Power could not frighten them away.
Neither could close combat with the Tiger Man Warriors send them fleeing in panic.
Instead, it stimulated their nerves, pouring oil onto the flames of slaughter deep within their brains and making them burn even more madly.
"Glory!"
"Glory!"
"Glory!"
The ratmen scrambled to shout the battle cry that only Clan Warriors had once been qualified to shout, throwing themselves fearlessly at the Tiger Man Warriors' fangs and claws.
Even when their bodies were torn into four pieces and their internal organs gushed from enormous wounds, they