It was a good thing that the Fishmen had no priests.
But Liu Zhi wasn't pleased. To be honest, he didn't know whether his relationship with the Fishmen was hostile or merely exploitative.
In any case, for a long time, Liu Zhi had fought the Fishmen. Whether in the game or outside it, they had been his main enemies.
Liu Zhi had originally thought that after he subdued the Fishmen and left that plane, there wouldn't be any creatures like them in his plane.
He hadn't expected to end up with more than three million Fishmen under his command, along with nearly ten million Fishman corpses.
Together, those numbers already exceeded the total population of the Id Plane.
At this rate, it wouldn't be long before Liu Zhi's Id Plane had to be renamed the Fishman Empire.
Although these Fishmen had no priests and no way to pass on the traditions of the ordinary Fishmen, there sure were a lot of them.
After thinking it over, Liu Zhi realized he really didn't have many options. Should he kill them all and turn them into undead?
Liu Zhi considered it, but decided it wasn't a good idea.
Even if he killed one batch, more would come along afterward.
Just then, Liu Zhi spotted a flash of white light over the sea. Another group of Fishman undead emerged from it.
"What's going on?"
"The army over at the Island Ghost Realm has launched another sortie. They're clearing out the Fishmen near the Island Ghost Realm."
Hearing the answer, Liu Zhi thought about the Island Ghost Realm. That had happened many years ago.
How was it still operating?
No, that wasn't what he needed to think about. He immediately asked:
"The Island Ghost Realm? Aren't the Fishman undead absorbed there all turned into