After killing several Demon Spirit Masters, Mo Feng successfully drew a mountain of hatred onto himself. "Bastard! He actually wants to kill us! So what if he's a general? Everyone, destroy him!" As Mo Feng slaughtered, the Demon Spirit Masters finally took notice.
Under the Confusion Insect's disruption, it merely stirred up people's negative impulses, filling them with emotions like rage rather than controlling them directly. They still had minds of their own. At this point, none of them feared death. Seeing Mo Feng killing people, they immediately went mad. The distant battlefield remained a chaotic melee, but around Mo Feng, Demonfolk had already surrounded him on all sides.
The Demonfolk basically no longer listened to the Demon Spirit Masters' commands, but they could still act on instinct. Driven by instinct, these Demonfolk followed the Demon Spirit Masters and launched wave after wave of attacks at Mo Feng.
A dignified Spirit Marshal expert, commander of the Demonfolk army, clad in armor whose defense was nearly invincible, had actually been forcibly surrounded by Demonfolk. Without Earth Grade cultivation, ordinary people could not fly, so they simply did not have the ability to disregard sheer numbers.
Poor Mo Feng could only remain encircled by the Demon Spirit Masters, enduring constant attacks while continuously depleting his own spiritual power. Once Huo Hai understood the situation here, he ordered Little Gold to hold still. It only needed to keep stimulating the Confusion Insects and have them emit their sound waves. "Hmph. Once you've nearly exhausted yourself, I'll deal with you."
Huo Hai sneered and turned his gaze toward the battlefield before him. After this period of slaughter, the Demonfolk blocking Huo Hai's Undead army had basically been killed off. The Demonfolk on the other side neither retreated nor launched an attack.
They merely blocked