Deep within the dark dungeon, a thrilling slaughter was underway.
A deafening roar came from afar, like a howl from hell.
Then, a group of huge, menacing Minotaurs wielding massive, gleaming battle axes suddenly charged out from behind the Abyssal Demonic Beasts like an unstoppable torrent of steel.
These several hundred Minotaurs were all brawny and powerfully built, their muscles knotted like a perfect fusion of strength and beauty.
Their skin was bronze-colored and gleamed with a metallic luster. The enormous curved horns atop their heads were like sharp scimitars, glinting with a chilling light.
The massive axes in their hands had broad, heavy blades and thick, sturdy hafts. Each one seemed to contain boundless power.
Clearly, these Minotaur warriors were elite among elites.
When they launched their charge together, the sight was spectacular beyond compare.
Their footsteps were perfectly synchronized. Every step carried the force of mountains and seas, as though they meant to trample the entire dungeon to pieces.
The sound of the ground collapsing beneath their feet rolled like muffled thunder and boomed like war drums, seeming to fill every inch of the dungeon and making the entire place tremble.
That terrifying momentum transformed into black radiance that enveloped every Minotaur, as though death itself had descended to devour all living things.
This seemed to be some special formation charge of the Minotaurs!
Yet the crazed Abyssal Demonic Beasts showed no fear or hesitation in the face of the Minotaurs' thunderous charge.
They had already lost the sanity to recognize danger. Their eyes were bloodshot as they let out chilling shrieks.
The sound was sharp and grating, like a summons from hell.
Like a pack of demons gone out of control, they charged straight at the Minotaurs with blinding speed.
At the instant the two sides collided,