Another human warrior roared, his axe splitting the crystallized joint of an Infected Rock Armor Beast.
Anger, curses, excitement, greed, all sorts of emotions intertwined in the thick atmosphere of corruption, transforming into a driving force forward.
The heavy armor divisions of the Night Watchers advanced steadily, like a moving steel fortress crushing everything in their way.
The adventurers, akin to flexible shoals of piranhas, circled the main force, biting and slicing, tearing the desperately shrinking defense line of the Void Creatures to shreds.
The situation for the main force was overwhelmingly favorable.
Just as the main force zealously compressed the core area of the Void Rift, the side flank that had briefly repelled the swamp's native beast horde, driven by chaos and violent instincts, keenly sensed the change in the situation.
Those terrifying purple-skinned crystalline cluster monsters seemed to be failing, and the suppressed frenzy exploded once more.
