As the magical artifact shattered, a strand of Qi emerged from the squad leader's hand, spreading with remarkable speed across the entire cliff.
The corpses of the human soldiers, whether on the ground, or on the spears of the demon soldiers, or in the mouths of their wolves, responded to this Qi, and a weaker Qi, almost like a scent, emerged from their bodies.
This Qi was like an invisible flame that was now igniting a long-hidden kindling.
The demon soldiers seemed to sense something, and a smear of shock appeared in their green eyes. With a set of sharp shouts, they waved their spears to cast those human corpses far away, at the same time jerking on the leather reins around the necks of their wolves, intending to turn and retreat.
But it was too late.