Every one of the magical traps laid by the goblin lich was bloodthirsty, berserk-type magic!
In other words, even after being struck by these spells, people would not notice anything wrong at first. They would only feel an inexplicable urge to kill. But as the battle continued and the magic fully took effect, it would already be too late.
By now, three warriors on the field had been restrained and were being cleansed by the mages. As for the remaining few—Rifan's subordinates—no one dared get close to them.
Those men were already tall and powerfully built, and they had always trained their physical strength. Now that they had gone berserk, their combat power had increased the most.
They crazily smashed the skeletal remains scattered across the ground, already shattered beyond recognition. Yet they clearly were not satisfied with merely attacking those. Several times, they turned around as if to attack the mercenaries, but each time they forcibly held themselves back. Li did not believe reason was at work.
The likely reason was that White Turtledove and Uther, two formidable experts, were here. Their survival instincts told them that if they charged over directly, they would certainly die. That was why they had not attacked the mercenaries.
Rifan stomped his feet anxiously. "Brothers, brothers, it's over already! Stop fighting! Please, don't keep going..."
Li somewhat pitied the man now. After losing so many people, he would probably no longer be able to remain a squad leader when he returned to the mercenary corps.
At a time like this, no one was willing to play the good guy and go restrain them. They only kept backing away. After all, the others had gone berserk—if they hacked someone to death, it would be for nothing.
However, after those men slashed around wildly for