The troops and horses rolled over like a bulldozer. Zhou Xuan was becoming somewhat reckless. Her palanquin was carried by eight ghosts, and so was mine.
"Zhou Xuan has actually gathered so many troops and horses now. If she's allowed to run wild for another six months, who knows what she'll do." I spoke to Madam Qi and the other ghosts and corpses beside me.
"Does Xia Aiqing have any brilliant plan? With only these twenty-odd Corpse Kings and Ghost Kings, we may be able to break through, but if we fight to the death, we'll be reduced to flying ashes." Madam Qi was also rather worried, showing that she still had a clear grasp of warfare.
A car couldn't run once it ran out of gas, and Corpse Kings and Ghost Kings were the same. Without energy, they would soon die. There were simply too many of them—more than ten thousand.
"Madam Qi, please summon the corpse soldiers back first. It isn't suitable to keep letting Zhou Xuan hold the corpse soldiers now," I said pensively.
"Mm. We'll do as Xia Aiqing says." Madam Qi spread the jade-green armor out on the ground and contacted the corpse soldiers within Zhou Xuan's formation.
In the underworld, Zhou Xuan was already completely different from before. More than ten thousand troops and horses weren't something to joke about. Wherever she pointed, destruction followed.
Ever since she borrowed a billion in worldly currency from me, I had thought everything through clearly. The forces in my cave abode were far too meager. Without power, I would soon become her cash machine. One billion today, another billion tomorrow. How many billions did I have to lend her?
If I refused, her army of more than ten thousand would immediately crush its way over. By then,