The wild boar warrior had gone mad.
His eyes, which were covered in blood, prevented him from differentiating between Meng Chao, the four children, and the Turan warrior at all.
He was like a burning chariot that had gone off the rails, crashing into the Turan warrior.
Before the Turan warrior could react...
Meng Chao had already charged forward like lightning.
The distance between the two sides was only twenty to thirty arms.
They were about to collide with each other.
Meng Chao's body suddenly curled up like a spinning top. He drew an incredible arc and bypassed the wild boar warrior.
The wild boar warrior continued to charge forward.
His originally straight charging path seemed to be deflected by an invisible hand. His body, which weighed more than half a ton, unwittingly leaned to the right. He narrowly brushed past the four children and the Minotaur warrior.
