"Demon Taoist! It's really a demon! Archers! Where are the archers!!"
A middle-aged general shouted loudly.
Outside the field, hundreds of soldiers holding bows and arrows gathered around, raising their bows from afar, aiming at Zhang Xiaoman.
"Fire arrows! Quickly fire!!"
The commander continued to give orders.
However, this time, not a single person responded to him; all the archers remained motionless, as if they hadn't heard his words at all.
"You, you all..."
The commander was about to reprimand them, but when he turned to check, he found that these soldiers were all standing still, yet their expressions were twisted, as if struggling against something.
Only then did he finally understand that this scene was likely due to the sorcery cast by that demon.
"You, you demon! You..."
He was about to say something else, but Zhang Xiaoman interrupted him.
"Noisy."
With just a wave of Zhang Xiaoman's hand, the commander suddenly rolled his eyes and collapsed to the ground.
