The Demon Spirit Masters did not want to move slowly, but they had no choice. The moment anyone dared show their head, Huo Hai would fire a Blood-Shaking Thorn. No one could dodge it, and no one survived a hit. How could these Demon Spirit Masters dare move recklessly?
"Ah, it still isn't good enough." Huo Hai looked at his Blood-Shaking Thorn, feeling deeply dissatisfied. The reason was none other than the thorn's own flaw. Almost all its power would discharge into the first target it struck.
If he hit a Demonfolk first, the Blood-Shaking Thorn could still pierce a Demon Spirit Master afterward, but that would be no different from being struck by an ordinary spike. Its true power would all be spent on the Demonfolk. With a spike like that, driven by that much force, these Demon Spirit Masters might survive for a while even if it struck a vital spot.
Huo Hai simply stopped hunting the Demon Spirit Masters. With their pace slowed, they were soon surrounded by the nearby soldiers. These soldiers lacked strength, but their numbers were far beyond what the Demonfolk could match.
After a stretch of slaughter, more than a hundred Demonfolk had died at Blood Rose's hands. Such a frenzied burst of power left her spiritual power running low. This way of fighting consumed far too much.
At that moment, Blood Rose noticed that soldiers had already surrounded the area and simply slowed down. Huo Hai must have ordered the soldiers to do this. He's not bad-quite considerate, really. As she thought this, she reduced her spiritual power output. The flames on her whip dimmed considerably, and its strikes no longer lashed the Demonfolk in two.
Still, those flames continued spreading over the Demonfolk's bodies. They had to burn for quite some