Watching his trusted aides, and even his own brothers, fall one after another, Wu Ying and Mu She were seized by unprecedented regret.
If they had known this would happen, they should have concentrated all their forces against this enemy from the very beginning. Alternatively, simply letting him pass would not have been a bad option either.
At first, the other party clearly had no intention of fighting them. Yet once he made his move, the fierceness of his methods far exceeded everyone's expectations.
By now, it was too late for regret. After their totems were destroyed, even they themselves had fallen into encirclement and could no longer protect themselves.
Although the armies on both sides gradually ceased fighting and continued converging toward Lu Xiaotian, they had not received direct orders from Mu She and Wu Ying.
Having withdrawn from the chaotic battle, their formations were in utter disarray. Although the two tribes numbered quite a few—even several times more than the combined forces of the several Devil Peng tribes Lu Xiaotian had previously annihilated—
in such a scattered state, the two strongest among them had also been forcibly isolated by Lu Xiaotian.
To Lu Xiaotian, this seemingly several-million-strong army of demons was no more than a heap of loose sand.
They had originally wanted to avoid battle, but that was no longer possible. In that case, he could only cut loose and slaughter them to his heart's content. In such circumstances, there was no method more suitable than law spirit weapons.
If he did not take advantage of their disarray to slaughter them ruthlessly, they would become a considerable nuisance once they regrouped.
With a slight stir of Lu Xiaotian's divine sense, the calamity that the Silver-Ringed Peng Venerable and the other Devil Peng armies had previously endured began