Gu Xi stuffed the aura Feng Tian had captured into the street lamp, and saw the previously dim street lamp suddenly light up. A beam of white light tore through the void and shone upon a place beyond it.
A hint of mischief rose in Gu Xi's heart. With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen White Impermanences escorted the Black Impermanence to stand near the white light, while all the remaining White Impermanences flew into the air.
Seeing the number of White Impermanences under Gu Xi's command, his senior brothers could not help but sigh. As expected of a player following the Mount Tai God path—he was only level 11, yet he had already begun preparing his own ghost official forces.
As for the fact that all these White Impermanences were actually Ghost Squads, no one noticed.
Now that there was no need to suppress the Evil Aura any longer, Gu Xi directly had the Yellow Springs Dragon Robe fully empower the White Impermanences. At the very least, he wanted them to look perfectly normal.
Not fake.
After all, that Black Impermanence did not look nearly as real.
When it appeared before Gu Xi, it did not even dare take the initiative to seize souls. When he told it to repeat what it had said before, it did not dare do that either.
Could someone like that really be a Black Impermanence?
It had to be fake, right?
Gu Xi's senior brothers from the Combat Faction had no objections to what he was doing.
The Combat Faction had always been about killing, killing, and more killing.
Constant battle had given them enormous armies.
They had long grown accustomed to Gu Xi producing seventy or eighty thousand troops at a time.
If Gu Xi failed to bring out