These people are becoming more chaotic, and the arriving eight-tiered warriors have noticed something is wrong.
"What's wrong with them? Why are they all messing around with each other?"
"No, be careful, there's a master of control nearby, at least at the eighth-tier peak, possibly more than one." They are professionals representing others, just like when they attack other worlds; how could they act alone?
To them, someone coming in ahead of time to ambush is the correct approach.
"Over there, look at the kobold eight-tier warriors; why aren't they moving? They must be protecting something important. I'm sure the one controlling them is over there."
With a loud shout, a group suddenly rushed over, but as they approached, they realized they couldn't move randomly either. Subsequently, these people joined the chaos, attacking their own side chaotically.
"Don't come over here, there's a problem," someone yelled loudly.
