Before long, another batch of Ghost Corpse Slaves was sent over.
Qin Shaofeng seemed to have truly become a monstrous young man whose combat strength surpassed his cultivation, yet still remained within the bounds of imagination.
One Ghost Corpse Slave after another had its life reaped.
Time quickly passed for the better part of a day.
The great battle in the sky was already drawing to a close, while Qin Shaofeng had long since slain every peak Nihility Realm Ghost Corpse Slave.
Neither more nor less—exactly one hundred Ghost Corpse Slaves.
After learning this number, Qin Shaofeng had already gained a rough understanding of the Ghost Corpse Race's situation.
He did not know what the Ghost Corpse King was plotting.
Yet there was one thing he could be certain of.
The dozen or so Ghost Corpses left behind by the Ghost Corpse Race were not merely there as a precaution; perhaps they had some other purpose.
Though he could not figure it out.
He still kept an extra eye open in his heart.
Presumably, once this battle was completely over, the people led by Baiye would step forward and directly stand against them.
But no matter what.
His true enemy was still the Ghost Corpse Race.
Perhaps the Ghost Corpse King had long brought the entire Ghost Corpse Race nearby, only stopping specifically after discovering Baiye and the others, intending to wait until they and Baiye's group had fought each other to mutual ruin before reaping the fisherman's profit.
After so many encounters with the Ghost Corpse King, he had truly come to understand its intelligence.
It was genuinely comparable to the more clever among humans.
And then there was the matter of the inheritance...
Forget it. Better not think about it.
There were actually two more ranks above the