Rising Smoke

It was too late to say anything. At that moment, the totem warriors on the opposite side had already swung their maces that were thicker than the thighs of a barbarian elephant, creating a visible shockwave.

The whistling sonic boom was akin to the explosion of a land mine following the blow of a broadsword.

The dozens of rebel rat people who had finally managed to attack the city wall were instantly blown away like kites with broken strings.

Only Iron Head, who was holding the Hundred Blade battle flag in his hand, remained. He was caught in the gap between the two shock waves that were controlled by the enemy's exquisite strength.

The shock waves pressed against him from both sides, preventing him from moving as if he was trapped in a turbulent flow.