After crossing several waves of mutinous troops in succession, they saw blazing stockades ahead.
The mutineers seemed to have gone completely berserk, piling dozens of tents together and setting them ablaze. With flames clawing and baring their fangs, they drove away the terror of the darkest hour before dawn, keeping themselves awake so they would not fall into the nightmare of the Zombie Rat God.
Around the flames, densely packed human heads howled and shrieked.
The road was clogged for hundreds of meters ahead and behind. It was no longer something a war wolf could clear with a single leap.
It was time to reveal their true strength.
Meng Chao let out a thunderous roar. Force energy burst from his entire body, like layer upon layer of blood-red flames gushing from all thirty-six thousand pores.
Not only did it make the war wolf beneath him unleash a soul-stirring howl, its body swelling another size larger as its speed soared to the limit, transforming it from a flesh-and-blood beast into a rumbling, charging train.
The mutineers struck in the face by the blood flames were also as though hit by lightning. Driven by their survival instincts, they staggered backward, trembling, collapsing into sitting positions, or simply throwing themselves flat on the ground.
A path instantly split open through the chaotic vortex.
Meng Chao and Ice Storm charged straight through, smashing through the burning stockade like dry weeds and rotten wood.
Taking the chance, Ice Storm scattered a hazy mist of ice that enveloped the mutineers' overheated brains, cooling the brain matter running beyond capacity.
A series of hissing sounds came from all around. Thick clouds of steam rose from the mutineers' heads, turning the burning stockade into a stifling bathhouse.
Hopefully, that cooling would bring the mutineers back to their senses