The human attack had long since ended, but the forest camp was steeped in pessimism.
Many demon soldiers whispered among themselves. Even the elite demon soldiers sent from Great Snow Mountain had lost their earlier vigor and no longer dared to charge around recklessly.
Because more than twenty zones of poisonous mist had appeared throughout the forest camp, and the mist still lingered, impossible to disperse.
Within these poisonous mist zones, there was often a massive crack in the ground. All the trees around those areas had withered and died.
Everywhere lay a deathly, lifeless scene.
There were not even officials left to tally merits and count heads, and the new Death Seekers Camp recruits who should have arrived long ago had yet to appear.
Could Great Snow Mountain be planning to abandon this place? Could Grandpa Tree's branch sapling truly have been secretly damaged in this round of raids?
Wang Wu pondered anxiously, under immense pressure and filled with unease.
Seeing that the North Mountain Great King's condition had stabilized, though it remained unconscious, Wang Wu hesitated briefly before hoisting it onto his back and heading toward the original camp.
Whenever demon soldiers questioned him along the way, he said that this was the North Mountain Great King, unconscious from poison injuries, and that he was trying to treat it. Or perhaps, big brother, did you have a solution?
The trick worked well. Or rather, the North Mountain Great King's name still carried considerable weight. Almost no demon soldiers tried to stop him.
On the way back, he saw demon soldiers' corpses still lying where they had fallen, surrounded by poisonous mist formed from Five Poisons Spirit Energy. Demon soldiers might have a habit of sharing the corpses of friendly troops, but they were extremely wary of this poisonous