On both sides of the ravine, aside from the forty-one 'performers' who were barely maintaining the "Bloodlust War Drum," the rest of the shaman priests from the allied forces were evenly distributed along the cliffs. They stood on small platforms that the civilian craftsmen had temporarily erected, their bodies radiating the same yellowish glow as the mist outside the totem poles. Their eyes were fixed on the dense mass of mutants in the distance, desperately trying to activate the pre-arranged Earth-binding Totems at maximum range to check the enemy's momentum.
"This is freaking tough!!"
Tirio Wind Rage watched his magic points slide down like an open floodgate, his face pale as he gritted his teeth and muttered, "I didn't know this skill used up so much mana before."
The burly orc on the neighboring platform curiously glanced at him, "What mana?"
