"Ahhh! Ahhh!"

The raging sounds of battle echoed across the battlefield. The clash of weapons, furious roars, and agonizing screams merged into an endless symphony of death.

Blood flowed across the ground. It soaked into the desert sand, turning patches of crimson dunes into pools of scarlet.

Flesh and bones could be seen everywhere. Broken weapons, shattered armor, severed limbs, and lifeless corpses littered the battlefield without distinction between human and horn lizard men.

Screams and howls could be heard from hundreds of meters away. Even those standing far from the battlefield could clearly hear the desperate cries of fighters fighting for their lives.

Standing in the distance, the previously lively spectators were now deathly quiet. Each wore a solemn expression.

The deadly battle cries sent a cold shiver down their spines. They had all come to watch the Horn Lizard soldiers defeat the Scorpion Clan.

But who would have thought they would instead turn their blades and attack their allies?

At the beginning, the Crimson Arc Guild could still hold their ground, but with each passing minute, the pressure upon them mounted like a growing mountain.

The Crimson Arc Guild numbered barely one hundred. Compared to their enemies, who numbered over two thousand.

They stood no chance.

Still, the Crimson Arc Guild showed everyone their bravery and courage. Instead of fleeing or surrendering, they kept battling.

It was as if every one of them was on steroids. Every guild member fought with astonishing determination, refusing to retreat even a single step despite being hopelessly outnumbered.

For many, they had never seen a human faction fight this bravely. Their enemy was not some weak, mindless beast or an insignificant clan.

They were the Horn Lizard Clan.

Within the Crimson Dunes, they were second only to the Scorpion Clan. Even the Scorpion Clan had always treated them as their greatest rival and never dared underestimate their strength.

Yet, the Crimson Arc Guild held their ground. They never wallowed in their betrayal.

Nor did they call for help from those watching them.

Every member silently accepted the cruel reality before them and responded with nothing but their weapons.

This alone made many humans tremble.

’What if I were in that situation?’

Many human awakeners couldn’t help but ask themselves inwardly.

Could they continue fighting?

Or would they have thrown away their weapons and begged for mercy?

The answer, they all knew in their mind.

Human awakeners turned merchants who thought they could live happily within the Beastmen towns had their illusions completely shattered.

The peace they had enjoyed over the past several months suddenly appeared unbelievably fragile.

If the powerful Crimson Arc Guild could be betrayed and slaughtered.

Then what about them?

They did not need anyone to answer them.

Each already knew the answer within their hearts.

Their fate would be far worse than the ongoing battle. They would simply become lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Smaller parties and smaller factions wore grim expressions on their faces. Nearly sixty percent of the high-level human awakeners lived in Horn Lizard Town.

Over the years, Horn Lizard Town had become the central hub for human awakeners hoping to complete their trials.

Even Beastmen also flocked to Horn Lizard Town because of its stable environment. The bustling town had gradually become one of the few places where different races could coexist under an uneasy peace.

But now, watching the Horn Lizard Clan’s ruthless betrayal, most of the Beastmen were scared.

Humans might flee or leave the Bleeding Desert.

But they... they had nowhere to go.

If the Horn Lizard Clan became another tyrant, they could already imagine their fate. Those weaker species would become nothing more than expendable laborers or slaves under the Clan’s rule.

Among the human spectators, the famous twins watched the battle with solemn expressions.

"If this continues, it is only a matter of time before they are all killed," the male twin with fierce red hair muttered.

Listening to him, all their party members nodded, but no one spoke. Not that they did not want to speak.

They were terrified.

The magnitude of the battle scared the shit out of them.

Even though they considered themselves strong and experienced, none of them had ever fought in such a large-scale deadly battle.

This was a battle where formations were useless.

Any slight mistake would mean death.

Exhaustion meant death.

They had seen members of the Crimson Arc Guild drinking potions on the fly while battling.

Some swallowed healing potions with one hand while their other hand desperately blocked incoming attacks.

The battle was so dangerous that many did not even have time to help their teammates.

Every second was a battle to survive.

They even saw the guild’s healers draw their weapons and join the fighting. After exhausting their mana, they no longer remained behind the front lines and instead charged into the battlefield alongside everyone else.

Mages cast spells repeatedly without ceasing. Beads of sweat streamed down their faces as they desperately gathered mana over and over again.

Those who failed to cast their spells quickly were brutally killed.

Many never even had the chance to scream before spears and blades pierced through their bodies.

When archers used up all their arrows...

They became melee fighters.

Some snapped their bows in half and used them as clubs.

Others drew short swords and daggers hidden at their waists before charging into the enemy ranks without hesitation.

It was just too crazy and terrifying.

How in the world were they supposed to speak about such a battle?

Thus, their only choice was to remain quiet. To remain as quiet as possible while hoping the situation would not spiral out of control.

As for the female twin, she stared at the battlefield without blinking. Her hand tightened around her staff.

Her knuckles gradually turned white from the force she unconsciously exerted.

’This is our chance. If we miss it, we might not have this chance again.’ Her thoughts raced with both fear and determination.

Inwardly, her instinct was screaming they must not miss this chance.