Relying on this tactic of exchanging lives for wounds, the elites of the Wolf Tribe soon fell into a difficult battle as they were surrounded by the warriors of the White Bone Camp.
But they came from the Golden Clan that had ruled over Turanze for thousands of years.
Their fighting strength was second only to the Lion and Tiger Duo.
As the terrifying howls of the wolves rose, the totemic armor on almost all the elites of the Wolf Tribe changed.
The liquid metal surged as if it was boiling, and soon, it gathered together to form even more hideous and fierce faces.
Even the weapons in their hands were wrapped and strengthened by the liquid metal, and their sizes increased by several sizes.
This was especially so for the dozens of powerful Wolf Tribe warriors who were covered in totemic armor from head to toe. They looked like metal statues with wolf heads and human bodies. When they moved at top speed, they left behind seven or eight afterimages. These afterimages were like a storm of sharp blades, and they had incredibly brutal fighting strength.
It was as if they could all use cloning skills, and the number of powerful Wolf Tribe warriors instantly increased by ten times.
No matter how fearless the warriors of the White Bone Camp were, it was difficult for them to break through the defense of the full-body armor. They used their precious lives in exchange for the tiniest wound on the bodies of the powerful Wolf Tribe warriors.
And under the stimulation of the humiliation of the ambush of the rat people, the more the Wolf Tribe warriors fought, the braver they became. They were invincible, and every time they attacked, at least three to five warriors of the White Bone Camp would be torn to pieces, and their broken limbs would be thrown high into the air.
Endless blood gushed out, and gradually, the flames caused by the explosion of the methane were extinguished.
The vision of the elites of the Wolf Tribe became clear again.
With the powerful Wolf Tribe warriors in full-body armor leading the charge as the core, the other elites of the Wolf Tribe kept drawing closer to them. They stood back to back with each other, forming combat units in groups of three to five.
Once the elites of the Wolf Tribe gained their footing and had nothing to worry about, it would be difficult for the warriors of the White Bone Camp to break through their defense head-on.
The scales of victory once again tipped towards the elites of the White Bone Camp.
All the warriors of the White Bone Camp, including Meng Chao and the ice storm, saw the strange girl with two pupils in the depths of her eyes in their dreams.
They also heard the strange tune that drove the skeleton rat horde to devour the Golden City.
"Warriors of the Great Horned Rat God, the enemy has already been surrounded by us. What are you waiting for?"
The girl's half sacred and half enchanting voice, accompanied by a weird tune that sounded like a flute, flowed into the brains of the warriors of the Bone Camp and tied up their every nerve ending. "Come on. It's time to show your infinite courage. The Rat God has arranged the most extravagant banquet and the most magnificent battlefield on the top of the sacred mountain, waiting for your arrival!"
Meng Chao's eyelids twitched nonstop.
He felt that every note was like a flickering flame.
He had to burn from his brain to his heart, and from his heart to every capillary. At the same time, he had to burn his internal organs, central nerves, and every nerve ending into nothingness.
This feeling was similar to when he drank Hell's Blood, a high-density stimulant, in Golden Tooth's secret lab under the lair.
Every cell was moaning, and every mitochondrion was howling, trying to squeeze out the last bit of life potential and release explosive energy.
Even Meng Chao, who had a mental strength index that was practically locked down, could not do anything.
For a moment, in a daze, he "saw" the sacred palace at the top of the sacred mountain, which was filled with flowers, wine, and feasts.
He also saw the Great Horned Rat God, who had countless arms spread open with a smile on his face while he waited for the heroic souls of the rat people to descend.
He had the misconception that nothing in the world was worth pursuing. Only by sacrificing for the Great Horned Rat God in the most spectacular manner could he obtain true immortality.
He instinctively clenched his fists.
He felt that all his organs were becoming restless.
Especially his fingernails and teeth.
They were about to burst out of his body as his spirit energy surged madly and turn him into a monster with a ferocious face and fangs.
'What a powerful mind control technique!
'She can practically control the secretion of hormones in a person's body through the remote interference of brainwaves. She can make a person enter a berserk state that's similar to when they take too many Deification Capsules!'
Meng Chao was shocked.
He quickly circulated his spirit energy to protect his brain so that the brainwaves from the outside world would not continue affecting the frequency of his brainwaves. Gradually, he got rid of the hallucinations.
He cast a glance at the hailstorm through the corner of his eye.
This mutant had half of the power of holy light in its body, and its gaze was as clear and sharp as Meng Chao's.
Meng Chao sighed in relief.
But the other warriors of the White Bone Camp were not as lucky.
These people's brains were already completely controlled by their visual and auditory hallucinations.
The Ancient Dream Holy Lady's mind control technique was like a flood that broke a dam. It stirred up a storm in their minds.
And through the central nervous system and endocrine system, she turned the incredibly powerful brainwaves into terrifying fighting strength.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
It was accompanied by bone-chilling panting sounds, the sounds of bones breaking, growing, and reconnecting. There were also howls that sounded like those of ancient beasts.
Quite a number of the White Bone Camp warriors went through astonishing changes.
Their bodies swelled up at a visible speed.
Their skin could not keep up with the growth of their flesh and blood. Intersecting blood tattoos tore through their skin like patterns.
His flesh and blood could not keep up with the growth of his bones. As a result, sharp bone spikes protruded out of his flesh and blood, as if they were natural horns.
Their faces were originally filled with too many beastly characteristics that clashed with each other, so the beastly characteristics canceled each other out. Compared to the pure-blooded warriors of the clans, they looked more handsome, and they were more in line with the aesthetic standards of Earthlings.
At that moment, the beastly characteristics that canceled each other out rose to the surface like a volcanic eruption, making them look like a patchwork monster that had the characteristics of dozens of fierce beasts extracted from them. They were even more hideous and ugly than the elites of the werewolves.
But the most important thing was their presence.
The power that could be read as' totem power 'or written as' spiritual energy 'was spurting out of their crazily functioning mitochondria like a flood and a ferocious beast, congregating into furiously burning flames around them.
Driven by the flames, they turned into firecrackers that were willing to blow themselves up into pieces, just for the sake of releasing dazzling light in an instant.
It whistled and crashed into the elite of the Wolf Clan. Then, it exploded fiercely.
Even the elites of the werewolves were caught unprepared by the crazed warriors of the White Bone Camp.
Looking at their faces that were even more hideous than those of the devils in the Abyss of Evernight, the blood of many elites of the werewolves almost froze.
As members of the wolves that ruled Turanze, the word "cowardice" was definitely not in the dictionary of the elites of the werewolves.
But it was true that they had never seen such enemies before.
They were not seeking victory.
They were seeking death.
Almost every single one of the White Bone Battalion warriors, who were deformed and looked like crazy demons, howled and pounced at them.
They did not lunge at their vitals.
Instead, they lunged at their weapons.
First, they let the blades and claws of the elites of the werewolves pierce into their bodies.
Then, they constricted their muscles and bones and locked onto the blades and claws of the elites of the werewolves.
Only then did they unhurriedly pull out their bloodthirsty weapons and attack the vitals of the elites of the werewolves.
They even used the chains of flails and meteor hammers to tie themselves together with the elites of the werewolves. They madly rubbed the cells in their bodies and turned their bodies into burning torches. As they burned themselves to death, they also burned through the totemic armor of the elites of the werewolves and blocked their vision. This allowed their comrades who were also starting to burn to deal a fatal blow to the elites of the werewolves.
What was even more terrifying was that many of the warriors of the White Bone Camp were laughing hysterically as they turned into flames.
It was as if they weren't rushing towards death, but were impatiently rushing towards a never-ending feast.
Even though the elites of the werewolves also believed in the existence of the ancestral spirits and the Sacred Mountain, they believed that the beautiful death was not the end, but only the beginning of a magnificent journey.
But because the lives of the elites of the werewolves in the modern world were far happier and more stable than those of the rat people.
Their desire for the world after death was far less intense than that of the rat people.
The endless fanaticism of the rat people towards their faith made the elites of the werewolves feel ashamed of their inferiority and terrified.
Even the totemic armor on their bodies was hissing and trembling slightly. It was as if it had smelled the scent of its host that was even more delicious and intense than that of its current master.
The suicidal attack of the warriors of the White Bone Camp caused the scales of victory to swing back to the starting point.
But when Meng Chao saw the demons dancing in front of him, he felt both worried and happy.
The good news was that he could distinguish the faint scent of tracking powder in the smoke, blood, and poisonous gas.
This meant that Ye was nearby!
But at the same time, it was also very bad news.
Because there was a high possibility that Ye was like the other warriors of the White Bone Camp. He had been hypnotized and controlled by the Ancient Dream Saintess from a distance and turned into a monstrous, ugly, and demon-like berserker.
A very terrifying scene appeared in Meng Chao's eyes.
The face of the originally handsome young rat people was now filled with the characteristics of wolves, tigers, leopards, bulls, wild boars, lizards, pythons, and other fierce beasts. His face was full of fangs and horns.
And each of the fangs and horns was like a torch covered in grease, burning fiercely.
His chest was pierced through by a sharp blade of an elite werewolf. Even his heart was pulled out from his back and crushed.
But he was still smiling viciously, as if he was a zombie that did not know pain and fear. He opened his mouth and bit the neck of the elite werewolf.
Meng Chao shuddered.
"We must find Ye immediately!"
He said to the ice storm in a hoarse voice, "These warriors of the White Bone Camp are all the pawns of the Ancient Dream Saintess. As long as we can destroy the reinforcements of the werewolf tribe, even if all the pawns are burned to ashes, she will not even frown!"
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