Chapter 23: The Dragon Slayer, One-Eyed Snitch!

At the heart of the maelstrom, the Tyrannosaurus Boss finally broke free after unleashing its "Blazing Eruption," but the ensuing negative effects were dire. Nearly collapsed on the hardened earth, the great beast could barely kneel, the sheer burden on its body making even standing an extravagant effort. Its breath came in heavy gasps, and the once-bloody red tattoos upon its skin had faded to dullness.

This was the moment Yang Jie had been waiting for. The Tyrannosaurus Boss, now utterly spent, was at the end of its strength, its trump cards exhausted—a perfect opportunity for an all-out assault.

At the very forefront of the formation stood One-Eye, gripping a long spear, while behind him, a host of bare-chested ratfolk displayed their sturdy muscles. These dozens of robust warriors were the elite, handpicked by Yang Jie from the entire tribe—the finest fighters of the Andes Ratfolk Clan. Among their people, they boasted the strongest physiques and the richest combat experience.

Now, at the very center of the battlefield, the weakened Tyrannosaurus had been surrounded by more than a thousand ratfolk, simply waiting for Yang Jie’s order to commence the final attack.

“Chief...” Old Sha, standing nearby, was about to urge him on.

“Go!” Yang Jie commanded decisively, immediately instructing his cadre of officers. “The final assault is about to begin. Do your utmost to minimize losses—every clan member is a precious comrade.”

“Understood!”
“Received!”
...

“Warriors of the Andes Clan! Charge!” With One-Eye’s command, the massed ranks of ratfolk surged forward as one.

There was no longer any hesitation; every ratfolk joined the attack. No fancy tactics were needed now. The exhausted, half-kneeling Tyrannosaurus Boss had no means of resistance left. In just under two minutes, under the coordinated assault of the ratfolk, it was left bleeding profusely.

The fiery Tyrannosaurus’s massive body, like a small mountain, crashed heavily onto the black, hardened earth—barely clinging to life...

In that moment, a thunderous wave of cheers erupted from the ratfolk. Soon, the Boss was bound with dozens of loops of hemp rope around its limbs, lying on its side, utterly spent—even opening its eyes was a struggle.

Its body, gnawed and battered by rodent fangs, was riddled with countless jagged wounds. This was Yang Jie’s third phase—bloodletting.

The first two stages had steadily drained the Boss’s strength. By the time of the final assault, wielding crude wooden spears and stone axes could ha