Chen Feng gazed levelly at the battlefield.
Hundreds of ogre warriors charged forward like an iron flood, ready to overwhelm all the defenses ahead at any moment.
In this situation, the humans' momentum fell to a lower rank—not because the warriors were weak and cowardly, but because the ogres, standing up again in this disadvantaged position, exuded an indescribable spirit.
The ogres' bodies were covered in countless bloodstains, with fresh red plasma still seeping from their wounds, yet even in this state, the ogres continued to charge forward. Even those too injured to rush still crawled persistently, slowly approaching the crowd.
And all these changes...
were entirely due to that Shaman!
As the spiritual symbol of the camp, Man'er was not only a strong Golden Tier fighter but also the faith of everyone. With him present, the camp stood like a stone pillar in the dirt mound, never to collapse.
