A horde of powerful, chaotic-evil Demons.
Even faced with Longbei's over-the-top entrance, even as Longbei was slaughtering them like crazy, these Demons still charged forward bloodthirstily.
There was simply no such thing as a "morale collapse" option; for the Demon Army, that concept didn't exist at all.
Even if the enemy was completely wiped out, they would still remain insane.
A Giant like a mountain? What the hell is that, die!
Along a battle line that stretched for over one kilometer.
Every hundred meters or so you could see one Clone of Meizike; these Clones waved their four hands as dense red dust poured out, turning into countless ribbons that surged down onto the bodies of the Dwarfs below.
Providing them with precise healing.
For Meizike as he was now, this kind of massive, fine-tuned control wasn't worth mentioning.
Thanks to Meizike's presence, these people who already didn't fear death fought with even greater ferocity.
