He pinched himself hard to keep from being bewitched by this power. His cultivation was not weak, but to the beasts, this power was sheer bewitching poison!
So this was how they used this bewitching power to control the beasts!
Watching the maimed beasts still rushing toward them with wild, reckless postures—their arms and legs clearly broken, yet their eyes glowing an inflamed red as if struck by some crazed disease—Bai Junze felt a pang of sympathy. After all, these beasts were not willingly subjugated; they were merely pitiful creatures being manipulated!
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