"Senior, what level of cultivation has the Royal Ghost Corpse you suppressed reached by now?" Qin Shaofeng asked in a deep voice.
The credibility of Ximen Lingzhong and the ethereal voice was indeed very high.
Yet he was still more willing to trust himself.
After all, he had brought more than twenty Shining Star Position experts with him.
If there truly were any errors in the calculations, the result could very well be a life-and-death crisis.
He was unwilling to take that risk.
"That Royal Ghost Corpse..."
The ethereal voice hesitated slightly.
It seemed to ponder for a moment.
"Judging by my cultivation in the past, it should be comparable to the most Normal-grade Shining Star Position martial artists."
"However, the restrictions on cultivation here are far too great for you, so it should be..."
"If Poison Immortal and Ke Jiuxiao join forces, they should be able to fight that Royal Ghost Corpse descendant to a draw."
"And you have a full twenty-four Shining Star Position experts here. At most, you will lose thirty percent, but you will certainly be able to kill that Royal Ghost Corpse."
The ethereal voice could only roughly analyze the Ghost Corpse's combat strength.
But the moment it spoke those words.
Qin Shaofeng's expression immediately turned ugly.
What did it mean, should be able to?
And what did it mean, at most thirty percent losses?
If Poison Immortal Li Naling and Ke Jiuxiao joining forces could fight the Royal Ghost Corpse, there should absolutely be no need for losses.
Let alone losses of nearly ten people.
Looking at everything together.
At least half of what the ethereal voice had said could not be trusted.
"What are you still hesitating for? With such high odds of victory, are you still not reassured?" The ethereal voice sounded