Before entering, Qin Shaofeng had already considered that the number of Ghost Corpse Slaves here might be terrifying.
But over the past three days, aside from the first two hours,
Ghost Corpse Slaves had rarely appeared at any other time.
He had thought there were not actually that many Ghost Corpse Slaves here.
Yet no matter what, he had never expected to see such a scene before him.
With a single glance, he saw the mountains and plains packed full, people pressed against people, bodies crammed against bodies.
Within any random square meter, at least five or six Ghost Corpse Slaves stood shoulder to shoulder, as though they were determined to squeeze their companions to death.
"Looks like he already knows I'm here."
Qin Shaofeng chuckled softly, swung his saber, and charged up the mountain.
Ghost Corpse Slaves were not humans.
Though they were commanded by the intelligent Ghost Corpse King, they could not possibly distinguish friend from foe.
Nor did Qin Shaofeng harbor any such wishful hopes.
Faced with such a vast number of Ghost Corpse Slaves, if he wanted to move forward, the only thing he could do was kill.
A full half hour passed.
Only then did he finally fight his way to a hillside several thousand meters away.
He finally reached a place where his view could stretch freely.
At once, he looked back toward the entrance gate.
The sight made the corner of his mouth twitch violently.
At the entrance through which he had entered, an unknown number of Ghost Corpse Slaves were desperately squeezing outward.
The scene looked exactly like they were fighting over the sole quota for reincarnation.
"These Ghost Corpse Slaves are fairly cooperative. Their actions should give those three old fellows a headache for a while, right?" Qin Shaofeng laughed softly,