On the distant battlefield, Cho'Gath noticed something unusual.
The rhythm of these Seventh-Order Experts' attacks had clearly changed.
His enormous crimson eyes narrowed slightly, and his massive body took a step forward.
Boom!
The icefield collapsed, and an expanse of ice hundreds of meters across exploded outright.
Yet Warwick charged forward at that very moment.
A silver-gray afterimage tore through the wind and snow, his claws slamming into the transparent shield.
Bang!
The backlash numbed Warwick's right arm, but he did not retreat. Instead, he roared and pressed both claws firmly against the shield's surface, his immense fighting spirit and muscles erupting like flames.
He had entered a berserk state!
"Stop right there!"
The next instant, the other four Half-Orcs pounced at the same time.
The Minotaur swept his giant axe sideways, the Bearman hammered down with both palms, and the Centaur's spear lunged like a dragon.
The Winged People fighter moved so fast that only afterimages remained, striking repeatedly around the shield.
The Seventh-Order Dwarf dropped from high above, his Legendary Warhammer blazing with orange-red rune light as it smashed into the shield beside Cho'Gath's shoulder.
"Take a hammer blow from your grandpa!"
The three Seventh-Order Dragons moved as well.
Dragon breath swept from their mouths as they dived from three directions, their enormous bodies skimming along the shield's outer surface.
Dragon claws, tails, and wings exerted their force at once, like three mountains crashing into the Demon God.
The collision made Cho'Gath's body sway.
He was enraged.
"ROAR!!!"
Terrifying domain power erupted together with a sonic attack.
Several of the dozen-plus layers of shields on the melee Seventh-Order Experts shattered instantly.
Warwick grunted, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
A patch of runes on the Seventh-Order Dwarf's breastplate dimmed.
One Seventh-Order Dragon's scales