On the Desolate Highway, a Driverless Bus drove forward along the road.
Beyond the road lay a gray, hazy world, as if shrouded in a faint layer of mist. Sitting by the window in the back row of the bus, chin propped on his hand as he looked outside, Bai Zhi narrowed his eyes slightly.
By now, he had finally sorted out the rough sequence of events.
With top-tier Inheritors like Dead Zero and the others around, driving out the Doomsday Vanguard would not be a problem. The issue was the several million people they had taken hostage.
—This was a war.
In the worst-case scenario, the human side would very likely choose mutual destruction. That was also why both Pluto and he had come here.
Whether it was the Western Underworld or the Eastern Underworld, both needed a huge number of hands for construction. Those were several million Lost Souls in total. Whoever got them would gain the upper hand in future development and construction... but that was not the problem right now.
If those people were already dead, he would have no psychological burden in bringing the Spirits of the Dead back to the Underworld, and he would also have more justification to compete with that Pluto for them.
But now, those people were still alive.
Life should not be measured as a cold number.
But rescuing several million people all at once... that was not something he could accomplish right now.
At present, he did not even know how to leave this place occupied by the Doomsday Vanguard, let alone deal with anything else.
And even if he had a way out, fully expanding the Ghost Domain would only be enough to take out a few thousand people at most. Calling it a drop in the bucket