By the Menglan River, the water is as black as ink, starting to surge from its original calmness.
On the winding walls of the Demon Clan, the chaotic battle continues. Those increasingly strange black insects keep corroding the Demon Soldiers and Generals.
Cries of agony rise and fall in the night.
"General, these monsters can't be killed, and our losses are mounting. What should we do?"
"General, think of a solution quickly!"
Many Demon Generals gather around Yuan Feng, their expressions filled with anxiety.
At their feet, the crawling black insects force them to keep jumping, fearing they might pierce the skin and turn them into zombies.
Their weapons still need to fend off the attacks of the mutated corpses.
Yuan Feng is also very flustered. He has never seen such a situation. The mutated corpses and strange black insects leave him helpless.
They can't be killed or eradicated. Even fire doesn't work on them.
These black insects seem immune to fire.
