The two Ghost Corpse Kings had likewise acted out of fear of Qin Shaofeng.
Almost without any debate, they had already made a whole series of arrangements and preparations.
Naturally, Qin Shaofeng could not have known about these matters.
After all, in his view,
since those two Ghost Corpse Kings had not dared to strike even when he was truly at the end of his tether, they clearly feared him to the extreme.
Having left,
they had likely long since hidden away in some unknown place.
Even though he had brought the Third Battle Team out, he had yet to decide where exactly he should search for the Ghost Corpse Race.
After all, he had not ventured deep into the dense forest.
Naturally, he could not know what sort of world lay in its depths.
As the days passed,
he began to discover in surprise that things did not seem to be as he had imagined.
What should originally have been a very troublesome matter seemed to have become exceedingly simple.
He led the several hundred people in slaughter for only a few days.
Yet the Beast Tide began to feel increasingly strange to him.
After charging and killing through it for the past few days,
he could clearly sense that they had truly reached the very center of the Beast Tide.
Logically, after arriving here, the number of wild beasts they encountered should have decreased.
The Beast Kings, in particular, should have become even rarer.
Yet their arrival this time was utterly different from when they had fought their way here before.
At this very moment,
a full thirteen Beast Kings appeared before him at once.
"These Beast Kings seem rather off. Have we fallen into a Beast King trap?" Seventh Ancestor Zhan Cai'er truly could not make sense