The members of the Zebra Tribe could clearly sense that something was off about the emotions of their opponents.
It was as if flames were about to erupt from their eyes.
But even though they could feel the tension rising, they refused to show any signs of it.
They knew there was no turning back now—they had to win this battle.
The situation had long become one of life and death.
If they faltered, the only thing awaiting them would be defeat and death.
Their own deaths might not matter, but they could not allow their loved ones to face annihilation as well.
With this thought, everyone instinctively tightened their grip on their weapons, staring intently at their enemies.
The Panther Tribe, known for their deep bond with their magical beasts, showed why they were feared.
The beasts, already driven to madness, were somehow still holding back, listening to the commands of their masters.
