As everyone fought bathed in blood, their bodies covered in the foul-smelling blood of evil spirits, they charged forward for over a mile.
A passage had originally been cleared to allow the vehicles transporting souls to pass safely.
The already sparse evil spirits suddenly began to multiply.
Then, dense swarms of evil spirits flooded in—emerging from the ground, burrowing out of tree trunks.
Even the sky began raining evil spirits like hail.
The passage they had opened up was instantly filled with evil spirits.
The soul transport convoy was surrounded!
"What's going on? Why did so many evil spirits suddenly appear?!"
"Forget that! Keep killing! Charge out! We have to charge out!"
The commanders froze for an instant before swiftly directing everyone to continue fighting their way forward. Exhausted, the people raised their weapons, kept their lips tightly sealed, wore their goggles, and silently hacked away.
They could not speak.
With the black blood of evil spirits constantly splashing everywhere, the moment they opened their mouths, it would spray inside.
"Something's wrong. These evil spirits are very wrong!" Anthony felt an extremely ominous premonition rise within him.
He observed these newly appeared evil spirits.
Some had enormous heads, like washbasins, as if their bodies were entirely superfluous. Fine tentacles protruded from their necks.
Some resembled babies, or lengths of umbilical cord; others looked like tire-shaped lumps of rotten flesh; some had bodies torn to pieces and crudely stitched back together.
These evil spirits were all new, and they had appeared in batches.
He had seen such a situation with only one kind of evil spirit: the offspring and descendants of Great Evil Spirits.
Ordinary evil spirits came in every bizarre shape imaginable. Almost none looked alike.
"Damn it, charge! Charge at all costs! Stop worrying about casualties!" Anthony shouted, his