A Monarch Uses Words, Not Hands (10,000-Word Update, Please Subscribe)

Undead Realm.

The Western Heavenly King was retreating step by step!

At this moment, the Western Heavenly King was growing somewhat anxious. Trouble had come—this dog was too strong!

The next moment, he shouted, "King Bei, if I die today, you'll be next! You should know the consequences!"

King Nan had blocked them!

But King Bei still had Undead Marquises under his command, and there were quite a few of them.

Slightly more than King Nan. King Nan stood with the human race, so he had fewer Undead Marquises under his command. If King Bei joined the battle, even if King Nan held him back personally, three to five Undead Marquises under him could still arrive. Then there would be a chance!

Otherwise, there truly would be no chance!

The north.

King Bei's phantom projection hovered there, caught in hesitation. The next moment, he stopped wavering. The West King was right. If he did not join the battle now and the West King died, his own days would not be pleasant either.

He feared the West King and the West King's Consort, yet he did not want them to die just like that.

Once the balance was broken, could he still expect to live well?

The next moment, King Bei bellowed, "Follow this king into battle!"

In an instant, King Bei crossed the void, leading a full fifteen Undead Marquises beneath him as they charged toward the East King's territory.

The south.

King Nan's face was cold. King Bei had still chosen to join the battle!

There were fewer Undead Marquises in King Nan's territory, and two human Marquises had already gone to fight. At this moment, only ten Marquises remained in King Nan's territory—five fewer than in King Bei's territory.

Five Undead Marquises would have an enormous impact once