Static Shock was highly damaging to ordinary people. Among these so-called native warriors, there were very few properly trained soldiers. Perhaps only the Eagle Tribe still trained its warriors as Eagle Warriors; most of the rest were simply famous hunters from their respective tribes.
Without professional training, once their morale collapsed, they had no way to regroup.
Liu Zhi's Static Shock wasn't actually very powerful. Aside from the twenty or thirty native warriors nearest him, who were seriously injured, the rest had probably only been knocked down and somewhat paralyzed.
But that one attack shattered their morale. As Liu Zhi's undead turned on them, they couldn't even organize a counterattack.
That gave Liu Zhi an opening.
Liu Zhi plunged into the crowd and went on a killing spree. Wind Blade trailed from his sword tip; wherever he pointed, one or two native warriors were sliced in half.
The native warriors were terrified. Half their attention was fixed on Liu Zhi, and whenever he looked their way, they screamed and ran, giving him no chance to strike.
But they didn't know that Liu Zhi's right hand was already aching. He could still swing his sword, but he was struggling to unleash Wind Blade as he had before.
After glancing at his subordinates and the corpses of the enemies before him, Liu Zhi simply waved his hand. "Kill every last one of them. Don't let a single one escape."
At his command, Liu Zhi's Skeleton Soldiers quickly pursued the fleeing native warriors. The few zombies didn't follow—not because Liu Zhi needed protection. He had never considered himself a proper Necromancer, and he had never hidden behind his undead.
The zombies didn't give chase simply because they were too slow. Sending them after fleeing natives would be no different from letting the warriors