The miserable state of the two naturally made the remaining few sink into despair.
They were all stunned.
Fear had long occupied their minds and they had no energy to think about anything else.
After such a long time, they seemed to have been appointed and became somewhat numb.
However, when Flanders's scythe passed through their bodies, they would be awakened by the intense pain and continuously create fear points for Flanders.
...
It was late at night.
The screams in the valley continued for a few hours.
When the sky had turned a little brighter, a figure walked out from the ravine.
"Humph, humph, humph!"
The figure hummed a song as he walked.
It was Flanders.
That night, Flanders was very happy.
Watching a group of people go from anticipation to despair, this process was really exciting.