On the central island, inside the core hall.
For two hours, the crowd had failed to reach any conclusion as they watched one unconscious person after another being carried in.
They listened to the accounts of Qin Shaofeng's repeated assassination attempts.
Even Lord Cangluo could not help drawing a sharp breath.
Even among their dominant factions, there were actually so many people with problems hidden away.
He truly could not imagine how deeply the undead had infiltrated the Vast Continent over the past thousand years.
He had vainly believed that he had forged the Vast Continent into an iron-clad fortress.
Reality had slapped him in the face, and it hurt beyond measure.
Especially after learning that Cangming Palace itself had three death slaves, he nearly spat blood.
What discussion? What countermeasures?
They had all been utterly forgotten amid the facts Qin Shaofeng used to slap him across the face again and again.
When the others noticed his absent-minded expression, their discussion also came to a halt.
With Qin Shaofeng's return—
They could no longer remain seated. All of them rose and headed for the plaza outside the hall.
"Qin Shaofeng, are all of these people being controlled by the undead?"
Lord Cangluo was the first to blurt it out.
His voice was so loud that it forcibly jolted Qin Shaofeng out of his thoughts.
All along the way back, Qin Shaofeng had been pondering what tone he should use to question them.
"What?"
That single question immediately made everyone roll their eyes.
Kong Chuan's lips twitched slightly as he hurriedly repeated what Lord Cangluo had just said.
"Just wake them up one by one, and we'll naturally find out."
Qin Shaofeng smiled calmly.
Ghost Face had personally led the Four Great Ghost Corpse Emperors. If they still failed to find