The good news was that once the number of ghouls exceeded a thousand, perhaps because their numbers and individual strength had crossed some threshold, the ghouls on the hunting ground did not become any stronger than the previous batch of five hundred.
In other words, their individual strength was limited.
The bad news was that these ghouls had become smarter.
The young publicly funded student had thought those stinking creatures would, as before, form crude ranks and swarm the hunters. But he soon realized that the eleventh batch of ghouls was far more cunning and meticulous than he had imagined.
Amid the ghouls' distinctive chattering, great masses of tough-skinned, wild-dog-like cave dwellers poured from the burrows beneath the tombstones. Some twenty gray figures emerged beneath every tombstone, forming irregular Multi-pointed Star battle formations on the spot. Braving the yellow dust filling the air, they shouted and howled as they charged the wizards with fanatical expressions.
Dylan's arms suddenly moved much faster, as though he had switched in an instant from playing High Mountains and Flowing Water to Ambush from Ten Sides.
Under his control, five hundred walking corpses became a sturdy dam, firmly blocking the ghouls' advance. At the same time, Zhang Jixin and Lan Que swept into the depths of the ghoul horde from the left and right like a crab's great claws, crushing every ghoul they encountered.
Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao guarded Dylan's side, raising their spellbooks high and hurling out all manner of support magic—Weak Leg Curses, Chaos Spells, Binding Spells, Languid Charms, and more—as if they cost nothing.
For a time, yellow dust filled the hunting ground, vines lashed through the air, and multicolored spell-light burst everywhere. The ghouls' shrieks intertwined with the wizards' roars, together playing a stirring symphony.
"I'm not entirely sure."