Wang Wu instinctively felt that something was off, but he did not dare go up to investigate. He merely watched from afar, and the longer he watched, the stranger it became.
Those Human cultivators and demons who had escaped from prison did not display their divine abilities. They did not wield Destined Flying Swords or Destined Demonic Weapons. Instead, each wore mortal armor, at most one holding a great axe and another a wolf-toothed club, clanging away as they relied on skill and brute force to fight.
They were quite efficient at killing ordinary soldiers, though—one blow of the club, one dead.
Of course, both the attackers and defenders had demons and Human cultivators among them. After fighting for half a day and leaving several hundred corpses apiece, both sides sounded the gong and withdrew.
It was truly both interesting and bizarre.
"Probably because there's no spiritual energy."
Wang Wu arrived at that conclusion with a heavy heart.
After thinking it over and confirming that Danger Sense gave no warning whatsoever, he plucked a strand of fur from his forehead—the finest one, with the most nourishment—and blew it into the distance. Before long, a burly, furry man crawled out from a forest dozens of li away.
Then Wang Wu drove a wisp of pure energy from his spirit platform after it. From that point on, it was equivalent to his crude version of an External Incarnation.
He uprooted a tree, stripped away its branches to use it as a weapon, and headed straight for the battlefield.
Yet before long, he was intercepted by a patrol squad.
Three of the patrol squad were bird demons, while the other two were beast demons.
"Roar!"
Wang Wu put on a fierce act, like the sort whose eyes had gone green with hunger.
"Behave