Chapter 226 – The Battlefield Boils
The situation on the battlefield had reached a critical and decisive point.
The sheer number of beasts had been greatly reduced, their corpses littering the scorched ground, yet strangely enough, the battle had not eased in the slightest.
If anything, it had grown fiercer, sharper, and more suffocating. The reason was clear to every fighter still standing:
The Dreadknights.
Those towering monstrosities clad in blackened armor were no ordinary foes. They were far more dangerous than the ravenous beasts that had filled the field earlier.
Every clash against them carried weight—shattering earth, uprooting trees, and tearing the air apart with bone-rattling shockwaves.
But that wasn't the only reason the battle was boiling to such a fever pitch.
The behavior of the surviving beasts had changed. Gone was the chaotic frenzy of mindless killing.
