The Boar Warrior from Red Creek Town had often hunted Totem Beasts in the mountains and forests before, and the five of them worked together with considerable tacit understanding.
Through the clash between Boar Kukri and Big Kukri, they had gained a certain understanding of their target's strength.
As long as they did not give Big Kukri a chance to put on the Totem Armor, they believed the battle would definitely end within three exchanges.
And while the Totem Armor was activated, it would frantically devour its owner's Spiritual Energy and even life force.
No one would wear Totem Armor for long—unless he had grown tired of living and wanted to become an "Origin Warrior."
Especially after he had just indulged in pleasure, and so close to his own turf, it was almost impossible for Big Kukri to come out fully armed and armored.
Though the hastily brewed revenge plan was certainly riddled with holes.
Boar Warriors had never been the sort to think deeply and calculate every move without error.
If someone rode roughshod over them like this, insulting their ancestral spirits, and they still let their enemy see tomorrow's sun.
What face would they have to return to Red Creek Town?
With agility utterly at odds with their builds, the five Boar Warriors separately sprang onto rooftops, hid in corners, and slipped behind piles of clutter and garbage bins.
Just as if they were ambushing Totem Beasts in the swamps deep within the mountains, they tucked away their tusks, held their breaths, and waited silently.
Insect Hour was approaching.
This was a Night of No Stars.
Beneath the pitch-black canopy of the sky, the distant bustling streets and swaying lights only made this area seem all the quieter and dimmer.
Apart from the occasional Ratfolk Servant hurrying past.