"Waa, ah, haha..." A chaotic chorus of shrieks erupted from all around.
Large numbers of Demonic Beasts that had charged into the base were tainted by resentment. While their minds were unsettled, wraiths burrowed into their bodies, either siphoning away their life essence or fighting them for control of their bodies.
Some of the Demonic Beasts were relatively weak. Their bodies were either seized by wraiths, their eyes radiating a dense, sinister resentment as they irrationally pounced on their own kind,
or they wrestled fiercely with the wraiths, their bodies staggering wildly out of control. Before long, more wraiths burrowed inside them, shattering that temporary balance.
The Demonic Beasts in this cloud-shrouded region suffered grievous casualties. Incomplete corpses lay scattered everywhere. The Bone-Whiskered Shadow Crows, whose forms were especially faint, were particularly numerous.
"The Bone-Whiskered Shadow Crow clan is extraordinarily powerful in its own right. What a pity. After this battle, I'm afraid it will decline."
A Demonic Beast with seven eyes on its face stood there. Each eye radiated a gloomy, eerie light. She wore a red dress but was frighteningly thin, as though a gust of wind could knock her over. Her form was as faint as a shadow, drifting within the cloud.
The resentment that made the other Demonic Beasts tremble like tigers was instead a great delight to the Resentment-Sealing Devil Lord. She thoroughly enjoyed its presence.
Resentment was a fine thing for her. It was only because the restrictions here had guided it into forming the Resentment-Wraith Soul-Devouring Formation that it had become so unfriendly.
This formation was truly formidable. If not for the large numbers of Demonic Beasts charging about and blazing a path ahead, and for the Resentment-Sealing Devil Lord taking the opportunity to destroy some of the restrictions, no one knew how