Using defensive counterattacks, they kept killing Little Black People with javelins. As their numbers dwindled, the pressure on them lessened as well. It looked like victory was only a matter of time.
That was indeed the case. When only twenty-odd Little Black People remained, they gathered together, held up Thick Wooden Boards, and began pushing forward. After throwing a few scattered javelins, the Little Black People started retreating.
Several Evolvers wielding pots as small shields quickly rushed forward from both sides, seemingly intending to encircle them. But at that moment, another twenty-odd Little Black People suddenly charged out from the direction the others were fleeing. Most critically, two of them were riding on their companions' shoulders. Lin Xiao immediately knew that the few who had rushed ahead were in danger.
The Evolvers had probably suffered before. When they saw those stacked Little Black People charging, they paused, turned around, and retreated to join their companions.
But it was already too late. The stacked Little Black People raised the skulls in their hands and howled strangely. Two Evolvers stumbled and fell to the ground without any reaction. Then more than a dozen javelins flew toward each of them, instantly piercing their bodies. After three consecutive waves of javelins, not even several layers of coats could stop them. The two fallen men became porcupines.
When they recovered from the secret technique's effects, they no longer had the strength to get up. A group of Little Black People rushed over and stabbed down with their spears. Amid a burst of agonized screams, the two were stabbed to death alive.
As for the remaining few, they had already taken the chance to flee.
Lin Xiao watched as the Little Black People happily carried the two corpses away, then looked in the direction the others