"Hahaha …"
"Roar, roar, roar …"
"Awooo, awooo …"
The werewolf army's mockery rang out in the battle.
Zhang Xing's expression was a little ugly.
He did not want it to be like this, but he still watched coldly.
Watching those people die one by one, there was no sorrow, no pity!
Ten minutes later, Zhang Xing and the two dragons were the only ones left on the battlefield from the human side.
The werewolves had won, and it was a great victory by wiping out ten thousand humans.
They had forgotten about the failure of Wolf Ears and were completely arrogant.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"
Thousands of werewolves leaped up and roared as they charged toward Zhang Xing and the other two.
Saint One took a step forward, and a strange smile appeared on his face.
The werewolves who were charging over suddenly shivered for no reason.
Then, a dark blue illusory shadow appeared in their eyes.
"Gah!"
The thousands of werewolves stopped in their tracks.
Everything in front of them disappeared.
A gigantic dragon that seemed both real and illusory appeared!
"Oh my god!"
"The dragon has appeared, run!"
The werewolves in the sky were instantly in a mess.
They were like little chicks that had seen a big bad wolf. They were so scared that they were trembling. They didn't know where to run at all!
Their strange behavior greatly astonished the leader and the other werewolves!
"What's going on?"
"Why are they running around in the sky instead of attacking?"
What happened next was even more inconceivable to them.
The werewolves who were running around seemed to be very orderly as they ran to Saint One and stopped in front of him.
Saint One broke their necks one by one.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
.....
The werewolves on the ground felt a sense of terror fill their bodies.
"They're lining up to die!"
"It's too strange!"
Saint One did not show any impatience.
It was as if he was living his life at home picking beans.
"Crack!"
He broke one end of the bean, turned it over, and broke the other end with a crack.
He was playing with this heartbeat.
It was to create psychological pressure for the werewolves.
They watched in a daze as their werewolves died one by one.
The leader suddenly quivered. "What's wrong with me? Am I stupid?"
"I should stop this immediately!"
"Send another 5,000 people to see what's going on!"
The werewolf leader frowned as he guessed.
Only the Totem Clan was proficient in controlling people or spirit beasts.
That was because they had strong spiritual power.
The werewolves were more familiar with their cultivation methods.
However, he had never seen such a method of controlling others without making a sound.
If there were external disturbances, then the spellcaster's spell would be interrupted.
As for whether it was a similar cultivation method, he still had to test it out.
Whoosh! Another five thousand werewolves flew up from the ground.
Their first task was to rescue the bewitched clansmen.
They used all their strength to shout into the ears of their clansmen.
They were disappointed. There was no effect at all.
However, at this moment, their bodies also trembled, and their eyes were suddenly filled with extreme fear.
Five thousand people lost consciousness at the same time.
They also began to run around in fear.
This …
The werewolf leader turned pale with fright!
What a strange method of controlling people. It seemed that it was even more powerful than the Totem Clan.
"Attack from afar! Only target that blue-faced human!"
A group of 10,000 werewolves immediately pulled out their iron weapons.
The power of a late-stage Ethereal Passage cultivator was instantly injected into their arms.
"Fire!"
Following the leader's order, 10,000 iron weapons whimpered and swarmed toward Saint One like locusts.