Lu Feng understood this clearly, and a faint smile curled at the corner of his lips.
Beasts all possessed an instinct for survival.
The Fierce Nether Lightning Stone he had thrown was not aimed at the Cenhou Swarm, yet countless little cenhou had died because of it.
Most crucially, those cenhou had not died from his direct attack, but from the lightning sparks scattered when the Cen Hou King blocked it.
This was far more effective than directly bombarding the Cenhou Swarm.
These palm-sized little cenhou possessed little intelligence. When faced with danger, they would naturally trace it back to the primary source rather than indirectly to Lu Feng.
Thus, in the eyes of the Cenhou Swarm, their fallen companions had all been harmed by their own Cen Hou King.
Or rather, their intelligence was not even sufficient for such thoughts. They would simply instinctively flee the danger brought by the Cen Hou King.
That was why their formation had collapsed.
Had he directly struck the Cenhou Swarm, their fury at this outside threat might instead have made their pursuit even more resolute.
At first, only the little cenhou surrounding the Cen Hou King in a circle scattered and fled. Yet as the distance widened, even the little cenhou beyond the reach of the lightning sparks began to disperse.
This was beyond Lu Feng's expectations.
But on second thought, since the Cen Hou King could guide these little cenhou—or rather, its people—to approach, it could evidently also order them to distance themselves and scatter.
Perhaps it had sensed that the Cenhou Swarm posed little threat to Lu Feng, and that the two themselves were no threat to it. Unwilling to see its people continually suffer casualties, it had dismissed the little cenhou.
Whatever the case, the danger of Lu Feng