The brutal scenes played out repeatedly on the battlefield, with intense flames traversing the sky, plasma ravaging everywhere, and deadly venom splattering like raindrops. Everywhere you looked, there was nothing but flying blood and flesh.
The beasts galloped back and forth on the battlefield, slaughtering each other, much like they did when fighting for territory in the Land of No Master. The air was filled with an unprecedentedly strong stench of blood, with every variety of screech and the sound of flesh tearing rising and falling, forming a symphony of death.
The Mercenaries witnessed this astonishing scene. They originally could only watch helplessly as the situation turned against them, with morale dropping every second.
But now, seeing the beasts inexplicably start slaughtering each other, regardless of the reason, it was as if everyone had been injected with adrenaline, reigniting their fighting spirit.
"Brothers, these beasts are falling apart!"
