As the Divine Tortoise Tribe's injured warriors fled from their pursuers, they became increasingly desperate. The distance between them wasn't increasing; it was decreasing instead.
"Hurry! The Divine Tortoise Tribe is just within our sights! We'll be safe as long we can make it inside the tribe!" an injured Mid-rank Battle King shouted.
"Dammit! Just what the hell are those things?! Why don't they just die?!" a Low-rank Battle King cussed.
"They do die! However, every time they die, the others feed on their corpses and become stronger!"
"Dammit! I can't believe the other tribes couldn't take care of them! Physical attacks are basically useless against them!"
"If you have the spare energy to complain, then use it to reach the tribe first and have them open the gates ahead of time to receive us!"
