The Null Devil King had succeeded in making Replicus think that he couldn't manifest the odd creatures he could summon wherever he pleased no matter how far away he was. Perhaps this was his way of further showing greater battle intellect than the Warmoth's Progeny, after all, he had easily read the intention behind why Replicus had kept engaging him with a flurry of punches moments ago when it was clearly futile.
The Progeny had been hoping to find an opening for an attack with his two weapons while Caxellac was close and fully occupied. Of course, Caxellac had beat Replicus to the punch by cutting off his arm.
Now, Caxellac had caught Replicus lacking once again.
The Warmoth's Progeny was surrounded from all sides by massive, powerful, suicidal bulls who weren't afraid to crush him in the middle of their charge. Sadly, for Replicus, they had enough power to do just that.