Whether they were Red Demon Antmen, Water Banyan Ghosts, Bone Soldiers, or some of the elite forces of the Mang Fox Clan, anyone who broke in was attacked by several, or even more, Soul-Eroding Nightmares.
Ordinary counterattacks were of little use against the Soul-Eroding Nightmares. The various demon weapons cleaved them in two, or even into several or a dozen pieces, but the creatures either regrouped or devoured one another. In this bizarre cavern, they seemed completely impossible to kill.
The warriors of the Red Demon Ants, Water Banyan, and the other tribes were usually quite fierce. After all, they had once served under the Qiumeng Demon Ancestor, and no one in this region had dared provoke them.
Any conflicts they occasionally encountered had been minor. Even during the great battle in the Dragon Domain, they had never faced such a thorny situation.
The dragons had only entered the battlefield at the very end, and few had truly fought them directly. Once the Red Demon Ant Queen and the other experts sensed that something was wrong, they had immediately led their forces away.
Overall, those still alive had not experienced any particularly brutal battles.
The Soul-Eroding Nightmares before them were already extraordinarily formidable. Their several tribes had been driven inside without any order, and they were fighting on the enemy's territory. How could they possibly withstand them?
In the blink of an eye, countless demons had their Primordial Spirits devoured by the Soul-Eroding Nightmares. Beneath the ghostly blue moonlight, their bodies turned into blue liquid and flowed into the hidden river below.
Even the several ghost creatures in Primordial Spirit form heard the shrill screams from within through the barrier.
Their hearts were in turmoil. From their experience, they could tell that nothing good was happening inside. The fact that