After several volleys of arrows,
the scattered jackalweres lay fallen on the ground.
An enchanted crossbow's average attack strength of 30, plus the armor piercing bolt's additional 15 damage, could inflict full damage on the unarmored units of jackalweres.
A graze meant injury, a hit meant death!
Those jackalweres who charged head-on through the barrage of arrows created a large void in their midst, with three to four thousand dead or injured.
The shield-bearing soldiers standing in neat formation could clearly see the frenzied faces of the jackalweres.
They stood their ground, unshaken.
Right behind them, the soldiers with longspears, each one four meters long, stood ready, their weapons glinting with a cold light under the sun.
Beelzebub showed no intention of acting personally, but when the jackalweres closed to 50 meters, he commanded,
"Defensive formation!"
