The Netherworld cultivators are very cruel, after killing their enemies, they would stab their corpses a few more times to satisfy themselves. The Nether Beasts are even scarier, they will eat the corpses of the demonic cultivators, not even the bones are spared. That's why the demonic cultivators are very cautious, they raise their shields in their left hand and hold their weapons in their right hand, defending themselves from all directions.
The Netherworld cultivators are much more straightforward, Zhan Batian gives the order and they all charge.
"Charge!"
With a shout, the first to charge are not the native Great Rakshasa, but the Netherworld cultivators riding on three-horned rhinos. Du Feng is a bit surprised, why are they suddenly not afraid of death? But he quickly understands, because the three-horned rhinos' charge is too powerful.
Bang, bang, bang …
With a few explosions, a few small groups of demonic cultivator have their formations broken. The ten of them with their shields are unable to stop the three-horned rhinos' charge. Once the formation is broken, they will be in a chaotic state. At this time, the group of native Great Rakshasa charge again, forming an encirclement with their numbers.
"Maintain the formation!"
Du Feng shouts for everyone to maintain the formation and not fall into a chaotic battle. Although a few groups at the front were scattered, the majority of the formation is still there. If the 300 of them fall into a chaotic battle, they would be falling into the enemy's trap.
Hearing Du Feng's command, the demonic cultivators all suppress their impulses and maintain the formation. Even the people who were scattered also try to regroup.
Du Feng and the middle-aged demonic cultivator's group is the strongest, the ten of them move forward in a rotating formation. Like a large meat grinder, they continuously kill the surrounding native Great Rakshasa. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the teams that had been scattered quickly retreated and regrouped.
Although the Netherworld cultivators are strong, they don't have any method of fighting. Even three people riding on demonic beasts attacked a group of demonic cultivators. But they were blocked by their shields, and then the ten weapons attacked together. In just a few moves, they killed their mounts.
To shoot a person, first shoot the horse, to capture the bandits, first capture the leader. Once the mount is killed, the rider will fall from it. It would be impossible for him to charge forward like he did just now.
"Kill!"
The members of the Devil World team worked well together. As soon as a few Underworld cultivators fell off their mounts, they worked together to kill them. They didn't even give them a chance to get up. Ten people killing two or three people might seem like a waste of manpower, but it was actually very efficient. All thirty squads did the same thing. In just a short while, they had killed dozens of enemies.
"Don't fight by yourselves. Work together."
Seeing that they were at a disadvantage, Zhan Batian hurriedly gathered the Underworld cultivators together. They only had a hundred people in total. The rest were all native Great Rakshasas and Nether Ghosts. If all the cultivators died, they would be isolated and helpless.
"Go! Blow them up!"
Zhan Batian began to use his old tricks again, using his Primordial Great Rakshasa to charge ahead. As soon as he got close, he detonated the seed in his body.
"Boom boom boom …"
The sound of explosions rang out incessantly. Smoke and dust filled the air, making it impossible to see anything clearly. They could only feel the earth trembling. Zhan Batian was confident that this round of explosions would kill at least half of the enemy. But when the smoke and dust dissipated, he was dumbfounded.
The thirty demonic cultivator squads had split into two groups, one to defend the front and the other to defend the rear. Everyone had worked together to resist the power of the explosions. When the smoke and dust settled, they had only lost a few shields. At most, there were a few holes in their armor, but not a single one of them had died.
This … how was this possible!?
Zhan Batian was quite shocked. His master had brought a thousand native Great Rakshasas with him, and he had been preparing to go on a rampage in the dark cloud region. He had never expected that he would suffer such a setback in a tiny village.
"Dammit, it's all because of that Du Feng."
He was about to die from anger. In the lower realms, he had been defeated by Du Feng. He hadn't expected to encounter such a situation here. This kid surnamed Du was really a nemesis.
"Nether Ghost, suck them dry."
Zhan Batian wasn't an idiot. He changed his tactics. He had the Nether Ghost perch on the Great Rakshasa's shoulder. Once the two sides got close, the Great Rakshasas smashed their weapons at the shield formation, while the Nether Ghosts split into two groups. One group jumped into the formation from above, while the other burrowed into the ground.
The ones above were easier to defend. Those who jumped through the shield formation were stabbed to death. Although the situation was a bit chaotic, they could make do with it. Most terrifying of all, the Nether Ghosts could still burrow out of the ground. More accurately, they could grow out of the ground like bamboo shoots.
After they burrowed out, they wouldn't leak any aura at all. They would suddenly appear in the rear, catching people off guard.
The demonic cultivator group immediately fell into chaos, and everyone hurriedly scattered. The two large groups split into thirty smaller groups. Even so, some people were injured to varying degrees. And most of them had been injured in the legs.
Even if the Nether Ghosts were immediately killed, they would tear at the legs of the demonic cultivators before they died. With such sharp teeth and claws, the muscles of the legs would be torn apart and ligaments torn apart.
This time, more than a hundred native Great Rakshasas and a hundred Nether Ghosts had died. But on the demonic cultivators' side, more than a hundred people had also been injured in the legs. Although leg injuries weren't fatal, they greatly affected their mobility. It would have been fine at a normal time, but now that the two armies were engaged in battle, the inconvenience of the legs could cause major problems.
Although these injured demonic cultivators could still fight, they could no longer form a battle formation. This was because the operation of a battle formation required the ability to move nimbly.
"Everyone, move! Protect them in the center!"
Du Feng rearranged the arrangements, having the uninjured demonic cultivators on the outside and the injured in the center. Of course, the injured demonic cultivators weren't restricted either. They used long-range weapons like crossbows or long-range spells to attack the enemy.
The uninjured demonic cultivators raised their shields and used their swords to hack at the enemy. At least in terms of attack power, the demonic cultivator group wasn't affected.
"Little ones, let's do it again."
Zhan Batian seemed to have found a pattern. This time, he had the Great Rakshasas charge. And the Nether Ghosts approached the cultivators under the cover of the Great Rakshasas. Once they got close, they all burrowed into the ground. When the Nether Ghosts burrowed into the ground, the demonic cultivators couldn't help but panic, afraid that they would be ambushed.
"Explode!"
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