After making arrangements for matters in this plane with Amanet and Lasha, Liu Zhi quickly returned to the Id Plane.
By now, Liu Zhi could tell that his high-profile actions over the past few days had produced the expected effect.
Several planes in the nearby star region had already reacted. On one hand, they cut off the connecting channels between planes, afraid Liu Zhi would attach one of his planes to theirs. On the other, they began mustering their forces, preparing to march from the star region into the Id Plane.
They were all necromancers, each with a large army at their command. If they truly went to war, it was hard to say who would fear whom.
Battles between undead cannon fodder could drag on for hundreds of years. What had happened before, when Liu Zhi quickly destroyed an entire plane, was rare.
In the eyes of those necromancers, Liu Zhi might have been a player with explosive growth.
They had all realized that they couldn't let Liu Zhi launch an attack outright. They had to keep the initiative in their own hands.
That way, they could slowly wear Liu Zhi down in a war of attrition.
At their level, necromancers all had ways to resurrect their subordinates.
But losses were inevitable. No resurrection could bring every undead back, every time.
If it came down to that, the outcome would depend on the foundations of their respective planes.
In the end, what mattered was not only the number of high-level undead each plane had, but also the number of cannon fodder.
Liu Zhi currently lacked both. The only thing he had going for him was the relatively large number of clones under his command.
But players at his level all had one or two clones of their own.
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