Without powerful fighters or anyone commanding them, a war would progress very slowly. The Demonfolk and Demon Spirit Masters caught in the melee had gone completely mad, fighting without the slightest semblance of order.
At first, they slaughtered one another quickly because there were so many of them. As their numbers dwindled, the rate of death slowed as well. In the beginning, tens of thousands could be killed or wounded in a very short time. Later, even several hours might pass without many deaths. Time trickled by, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Huo Hai checked on the chaotic battle from time to time, yet it actually dragged on for three whole days without ending. By the end, not a single Demon Spirit Master remained. After all, Demon Spirit Masters were still normal people.
Once the Demon Spirit Masters exhausted their spiritual power and stamina, they could no longer fight. They could not even control or guide the Demonfolk. With their stamina and spiritual power depleted, how could Demon Spirit Masters forced to fight with their bare hands possibly stand against the Demonfolk?
For the last two days, almost all the fighting had been between Demonfolk. Under the influence of so many Confusion Insects, not a single Demon Spirit Master had managed to escape. After three whole days, the ground was covered in dismembered corpses. There was no telling how many could ultimately be turned into undead creatures. Most could only serve as materials for Huo Hai to catalyze death spiritual power.
As for the other side, there had been no movement at all over those three days. They merely continued attacking and defending at the valley entrance. Casualties among the undead and Demonfolk were very low. Though they fought constantly, the front lines consisted of