Relying on such a "trade life for wounds" tactic, the Wolf Clan elites soon fell into a bitter struggle under the encirclement of White Bone Battalion warriors who charged forward wave after wave.
But they were, after all, from the Golden Clan that had ruled Turanze for thousands of years.
Their combat strength was second only to the Lion-Tiger Duo.
Amid soul-shaking wolf howls, the Totem Armor on nearly every Wolf Clan elite began to change.
Liquid Metal surged as though boiling, swiftly solidifying into even more savage and ferocious forms.
Even the weapons in their hands, wrapped and enhanced by liquid alloy, often grew several sizes larger.
In particular, dozens of Wolf Clan powerhouses whose bodies were covered from hair to toes in Totem Armor, like metal statues with wolf heads and human bodies—when their speed soared to the limit, each dragged out seven or eight afterimages. Those afterimages were like storms mixed with blades, possessing extraordinarily brutal combat power.
It was as if they could all cast a duplication technique, instantly multiplying the number of Wolf Clan powerhouses tenfold.
No matter how fearlessly the White Bone Battalion warriors faced death, it was difficult for them to break through the defenses of the Full Body Armor and trade their precious lives for even the tiniest wound on these Wolf Clan powerhouses.
Meanwhile, spurred by the humiliation of being ambushed by ratfolk, the Wolf Clan powerhouses grew fiercer with every battle and swept through everything before them. With every strike, at least three to five White Bone Battalion warriors were blasted into pieces, their severed limbs flying high into the air.
The endless spray of blood gradually extinguished the flames ignited by the methane explosion.
The Wolf Clan elites' vision became clear again.
With those Wolf Clan powerhouses clad in