"Th... that was it?"
After only a few breaths of battle, the Shen Family's experts had been reduced to the final twelve.
Recalling that crushing, withering battle just now, the twelve of them nearly stared their eyeballs out.
They had long heard that the Ghost Corpse Race was powerful.
But that had only been hearsay.
Only today did they truly witness it.
Those formidable beings who could instantly kill several of them, forcing them to rely on the Ghost Corpse Emperors at the front gate just to barely keep fighting—
Once the Ghost Corpse Race's experts arrived, the battle immediately took on an overwhelming, crushing momentum.
The gap was simply too terrifying.
When they finally came back to their senses and looked toward the battle in the sky again—
That Alexander-like pressure only drove them deeper into despair.
The difference was simply too great.
It had already reached the point where they could not find even the slightest ability to resist.
"The Heaven and Earth Envoys truly are formidable."
Qin Shaofeng also watched the battle between the two for a while.
Amid his sigh of emotion—
He sent a message to Guiyan through his sea of consciousness. "I'll make preparations first. Then have that Uncle Boyun of yours find a way to draw the battlefield down here and create an opportunity for me to launch a sneak attack."
"Alright."
Guiyan understood what he meant.
This kind of communication was the simplest and most convenient.
After conveying his words, Qin Shaofeng silently connected with his Death Clone.
Since the Death Clone could directly merge into his body—
Why could he not do the reverse?
After a simple connection, he faintly sensed that everything between heaven and earth seemed to be making him uncomfortable.
An urge to casually destroy the entire world