The sound of metal tearing like a mechanical failure came from the wild boar warrior's body.
His arms, which were tightly wrapped by the totem battle armor and raised high, suddenly bent at a very strange angle in the direction of the anti-joint by at least 120 degrees.
Crack, crack!
The wild boar warrior's elbow joint exploded.
White broken bones poked out.
The wrist guards and armguards made of liquid metal did not provide any protection. Instead, they liquefied again. Like metal tentacles, they rushed into the wound and crawled under the skin, they turned into the sharpest steel needles, tore through the skin, and drilled out together with the broken bones.
The wild boar warrior's roar turned into a scream.
The pride of a victor still hung on his face.
But in the depths of his eyes, there was a flood of fear.
This fear stimulated the totem armor to further lose control.
