Almost instantly, the Steppe People broke and fled.
Having already suffered a surprise attack, they had no resistance whatsoever against the demon-transformed Qin Ran's [Fear Aura].
And Qin Ran had no intention of showing these fleeing Steppe People any mercy.
At this moment, in his eyes, they represented a chance for gains he could not afford to miss.
Their quality might have varied.
But their numbers could not be ignored.
Quantity could lead to a change in quality.
That principle held true anywhere.
Whoosh!
His Flame Wings spread, and a fiery shock wave swept across the battlefield before him. Everything within a 130-degree arc and forty meters of Qin Ran instantly became scorched earth, dotted with scattered green lights.
At his command, the Fire Crow swooped down and skimmed over those green lights.
Qin Ran, meanwhile, had already charged into a denser crowd.
There was no sign of weakness in him now. He was a tiger among sheep, his magma arm swinging the blazing Beheading Greatsword and unleashing a storm of blood through the crowd.
The already terrified Steppe People ran even faster.
However powerful the Evil Fiend was, there was only one of him.
All they needed to do now was run faster than everyone else.
Every one of the Steppe People thought the same thing.
But in the next instant, they felt true despair.
An eerie sound, enough to make an ordinary person vomit, rose from the demon-transformed Qin Ran's mouth.
Then a horrifying scene unfolded.
Those who should have been dead came back to life.
Even corpses severed at the waist rose again, each in its own way.
More terrifying still, these corpses were immensely powerful-no weaker than when they had been alive, and perhaps even stronger.
Because they had no fear of death.
Roar!
Qin Ran