After that, Zhao Fu led the soldiers to an open clearing.
This time, there were more than twenty minotaurs. Their skin was also dark in color, their bodies packed with powerful muscles. Their eyes were blood-red, white vapor huffing from their nostrils as a fierce aura radiated from them. Their strength had already reached Tier 2.
"Roar!"
The twenty-odd minotaurs had long since entered a berserk state. With savage gazes fixed on Zhao Fu's group, they charged wildly toward them. Their huge bodies stomped across the ground step by step, producing booming thuds that made the earth seem to tremble.
The archers immediately fired powerful arrows. Facing those arrows, the Tier 2 minotaurs threw several punches, blasting the air apart. Gusts of force knocked the incoming arrows away, and even when arrows struck their bodies, they only sank a few inches deep.
The minotaurs' powerful muscles were not only full of strength but also provided considerable defense. Even after being hit by several arrows, they were completely unharmed.
Zhao Fu looked at the minotaurs and immediately ordered, "Attack!"
The ten Hundred Ghost Illusionists who had yet to act obeyed at once. They raised their wooden staffs and began chanting eerie incantations, as streams of icy ghost qi rose from the ground.
As the twenty-odd minotaurs ran forward, they were instantly pulled into the Nether Ghost Realm. In truth, berserk creatures already had poor mental states and extremely weak mental defenses, so spiritual attacks were highly effective against them.
Within the Nether Ghost Realm, the berserk minotaurs threw punch after punch, smashing countless ghosts into pieces. Yet no matter how relentlessly they attacked, those ghosts appeared without end, as though they could never be killed, because they were illusions to begin with—phantom existences.
Zhao Fu drew the Ghost-Slaying Sword and walked