Perhaps the corpses Huo Hai had used were of poor quality. Most had been made from the bodies of ordinary fallen soldiers. Against Demonfolk, undead like these could not withstand a single blow and were easily destroyed.
At the sight, the Demon Spirit Masters' eyes filled with disdain. "Hmph, what Undead Army? More like an army of trash. They aren't even as strong as an ordinary human army." The undead's attacks landed on the Demonfolk without leaving so much as a scratch.
By contrast, every attack from a Demonfolk easily cut an undead in half at the waist. Aside from their tenacious vitality, these undead creatures had nothing worth mentioning. Besides, the Demonfolk's vitality was equally tenacious. As long as their brains were unharmed, they could keep moving for a while even with their hearts pierced.
The undead were different. Unless their entire heads were smashed or cut off, there was no hope of killing them. Even after being severed at the waist, they crawled across the ground to attack.
Although the undead were at an overwhelming disadvantage, the sight still sent a chill through the Demon Spirit Masters. Mo Feng frowned, studying the undead creatures with a puzzled expression. Why was what he saw so different from the intelligence he had received?
"Everyone, be careful. I'm afraid this won't be that simple." According to the intelligence, Huo Hai had used his Undead Army to wipe out a full half of forty thousand Demonfolk. The Demon Spirit Masters knew nothing of the first time he had used his Undead Army, since no one had escaped. Unfortunately, intelligence was only intelligence. Its records were incomplete, and they did not understand what made the undead terrifying.
"General, I think you're being too cautious. How could these feeble things possibly hurt our Demonfolk?