Too many, rows and rows of wooden carts were pushed into the field, and in an instant, it became full, piling up like dozens of small mountains.

But before this shock subsided, they suddenly heard someone atop the slope of the pass blowing a whistle.

Turning their heads hurriedly to look, they saw on the mountain beams of wood being drawn apart, and at the pass, baskets and piles were placed, netted with fishing nets, enclosed with wooden fences, a wave of human heads rolled down.

Densely packed, like a landslide, looking at it, it seemed endless; some heads rolled so quickly they nearly reached their feet.

Among them were men, women, the elderly, children, even some who seemed less than a year old, like bloody gourds, all pressed together, hair and fresh blood, the terrifying wounds on their necks, stuck together.

"This..."

Looking at those heads, already chilling enough, let alone in such quantity?

Densely packed, it was enough to cause countless people in the field to completely lose their wits.

Moreover, some people glanced around, and even their heads felt a bit dizzy, instinctively thinking, this mountaintop, filling the battlefield, perhaps at least...

...nearly a hundred thousand?

"Is this the spoils of war the God-given King obtained after sweeping north to expel the invading troops from various routes?"

Thinking of this, everyone was already panicked; normally, in such a battlefield, whether losing or winning, even if victorious, they would only execute the leaders, the rest would be either incorporated or dispersed. When had they ever seen every single head cut off like this?

Even ten thousand civilians are hard to gather, yet now here were a hundred thousand heads. Surely they slaughtered everyone wherever they went, regardless of official or civilian, age, gender, or character...

Looking at those faces covered in dust, blood, eyes tightly shut, the crowd felt their scalps tingling.

Flies buzzed around the heads, the smell of blood wafting straight into their noses, further filling them with dread and nausea.

Countless people wanted to say something but dared not open their mouths, even though some heads rolled to their feet. They dared not kick them away, dared not squat and touch, instinctively shrinking away, only wanting to avoid them.

Threats, curses, were useless here.

The God-given King threw tens of thousands of heads together, enough to make anyone's blood run cold, their courage shattered.

"We... we...

Among the three armies, there were many capable people, but now they suddenly didn't know what to do.

Pursue the God-given King?

But with heads covering the ground, even the horses lifted their hooves, afraid to tread on them, who would dare to rush past?

Shouting curses?

In front of this sea of heads, any words seemed weak.

As the three armies were left speechless, they saw the God-given King already returned to the pass, and at Menghu Pass, a hunched figure in a tattered robe squinted at the battlefield, chuckled.

"If you wish to enter the pass, let's see if you have the ability to break through our human head formation first..."

As they spoke, jumping and skipping, hair disheveled, grabbing a Wooden Sword, chanting for a moment, lightly waving it, pointing outward.

"Whoosh!" 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

A chilling wind suddenly blew down from Menghu Pass, coldly sweeping across the battlefield.

In the next moment, all the countless heads on the ground were blown by the wind, their dim eyes blankly opening.

Densely packed, the heads rolled to the ground at various angles, their eyes looking in all directions, as if each person in the field was being stared at by different sets of eyes.

But strangely, none of these eyes looked back towards Menghu Pass.

As the eyes opened, rigid mouths slightly parted, exhaling a faint black mist.

Endless black mist intertwined, as if a black wind surged through the field, and an ominous fog rose from the ground, slowly covering the entire area, enveloping the three armies.

"Not good..."

Out of the three armies, someone shouted, it was the Think Tank of the Food Protection Army, Iron Mouth: "Retreat, retreat!"

The souls of the troops seemed awakened at this moment, panic-stricken, retreating back.

Before Menghu Pass, the black fog came swiftly, but they retreated even faster, retreating several miles, finally far from the pass.

Looking up, in front of Menghu Pass, a black fog-covered area had formed, occasionally through the fog, a pale face flashed, a vacant stare scanning the crowd.

"Human head formation..."

Until the army retreated to a safe distance, Iron Mouth's heart was still unsettled: "Arriving at Menghu Pass, the first encounter was such a human head formation."

"Are they men, or demons?"

Among shouts and cries of anger, an unerasable fear: "Demon army, Ghost Army!"

"I've fought countless wars over the years, seen many battlefield strategies against evil spirits, but never seen an evil spirits dharma method repelling an army."

"How is this battle to be fought?"

Three Armies Alliance, originally strict military law, now rising an unstoppable panic, countless faces turned pale, gasping in cold air, saying: "Who dares fight in such a ghost land?"

"Usually see many capable Magicians in jianghu's various Paths, some powerful, some scrape by, often speaking of controlling winds and rain, turning stone into gold..."

"But those jianghu tricks, no matter which Path, compared to this human head formation, even the Hall Officers' methods seem like mere child's play..."