"Since you have been in Hidden Star Chaos for so long, Senior, you must already know that the Ghost Corpse Race has three Ghost Corpse Kings, leading three hundred Ghost Corpses and one hundred thousand high-level Ghost Corpse Slaves here, right?" Qin Shaofeng's expression remained unchanged.
The words sounded like nothing more than a casual question.
The old man was clearly still in the grip of madness.
Faced with Qin Shaofeng's question, he felt nothing unusual and answered directly, "That pack of bastards already came to this old man's place, but this old man drove them all back."
Drove them back?
When Wang Tianlong and Dong Yaoguang heard those words, their expressions immediately turned strange.
Yet the old man was clearly still trapped in his own world.
Qin Shaofeng had not witnessed that battle.
They, however, had.
Only one Ghost Corpse King had come back then, accompanied by a mere hundred Ghost Corpse Slaves.
Even so, the old man had only been able to hide behind a tortoiseshell-like shield of defense, stubbornly enduring until the enemy lost patience.
But they could both imagine it.
It was not that the Ghost Corpse Race had not wanted to deal with them. Rather, with greater enemies before them, they had been too lazy to waste too much strength on such trash that only knew how to defend.
Precisely because of that.
The old man's boastful words nearly made the two of them burst out laughing.
They truly did not know how he had the nerve to say such things.
"Drove them back?"
How could Qin Shaofeng fail to notice the change in their expressions?
Yet he did not directly refute the old man. Instead, he smiled faintly and said, "Whether you drove them back or used some other method to make the Ghost