Rewards According to Merit

After more than two thousand Demonfolk had been wiped out, the remaining ones were no longer worth fearing. What was more, the Demon Spirit Masters who realized something was wrong began fleeing one after another. With no one controlling so many Demonfolk, their combat strength plummeted again and again.

Once the army had advanced some distance into the valley basin, the Demonfolk began dying at an accelerated rate beneath the interwoven, three-dimensional barrage of firepower. They entered the final stage, where it would take no more than ten minutes to kill the last Demonfolk. At this point, apart from the dead, the Demonfolk and Demon Spirit Masters on the ground were all crippled beyond any ability to fight.

The soldiers showed them no mercy, capturing them directly. Thick ropes bound them up until they resembled rice dumplings. One could well imagine just how wary and hateful these soldiers and adventurers were toward the Demon Spirit Masters.

The Demonfolk possessed remarkably tenacious vitality, so more of them had survived. One Demonfolk was practically covered in arrows like a hedgehog, yet because its head and heart had not been struck, it still struggled stubbornly on the ground.

"Capture every one still alive. Compile the battle report and send it to me." Upon entering the valley and seeing its condition, the legion commander's mood was extremely heavy. Listening to the Magic Beasts penned up there roar without cease, he nearly gave the order to slaughter them all. Yet for the greater good, those Magic Beasts still had to be kept alive.

At that moment, there was not a single normal person left in the valley. During the time Huo Hai had kept them trapped within it, all the remaining living people had been turned into Demonfolk. On one hand, it saved food; on