Yang Jishan pondered for a moment, then sighed. "If there really are more than forty Iron Corpses and five thousand Walking Corpses, then this should be the last of Lu Chengyun's family fortune..."
Yang Jishan swept his gaze over everyone and said in a deep voice:
"This is the final battle. Whether we can suppress and kill Lu Chengyun and exterminate the Corpse King will be decided here. So I ask all of you, please stop holding back."
Holding back?
Mo Hua was startled when he heard this.
Everyone's expressions also varied.
Someone said in dissatisfaction, "Commander Yang, why say such a thing? In this battle, we have also done our utmost, with no small number of casualties. How can you say we are holding back?"
"Exactly!"
"Commander, those words are rather chilling..."
Yang Jishan, however, looked certain as he said:
"Many of you here come from great clans and great sects of Dao Province, Gan Province, Kun Province, and the like, or else are of one breath and branch with the Dao Court's Seven Stars Pavilion. Your family resources and inheritances are incomparably deep, so naturally, you all have some methods kept pressed at the bottom of the chest..."
"These methods either come from your clans' foundations or from your personal fortuitous encounters. Unless there is absolutely no other choice, you will not use them."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone fell silent.
Cultivators all had fortuitous encounters, all had trump cards. This was undeniable.
Yang Jishan continued:
"Now, suppressing and killing the Corpse King has already reached the most critical point."
"If we win this battle, all will rejoice."
"If we lose, and let Lu Chengyun escape, let the Corpse King scrape by, then when the Dao Court lays blame, I, Yang, will naturally bear the