This level of control over the ground was nothing to Anthony. He only needed to make the ground softer. Then, he would pull down the bridge of bones. It was easy and efficient.
The Blood Devils who were traveling on the bridge of bones sank into the ground. No matter how they struggled, they were unable to break free.
This was the most frightening part of the mud and swampy terrain he created. When you started to sink, there was nowhere for you to hold on to. Beneath you was soft ground and there was no support beside you. No matter how much you struggle, you would simply be wasting your energy.
Furthermore, their comrades would not care about them. They simply stepped on their bodies and then these Blood Devils formed the new bridge of bones.
The cruelty of war was that the lives you treasured in times of peace became worthless. Lives were like weeds that were gathered by the scythe of a reaper.
