"Ghost Corpse Race..."
Even the Blood Race Great Emperor could not help hesitating.
Ever since the Ghost Corpse Race descended, they had dragged the Blood Race down from its position as overlord. Naturally, he was ten thousand times displeased.
Yet he had to admit that the Ghost Corpse Race's strength was utterly beyond anything he dared imagine.
If Qin Shaofeng could mobilize the Ghost Corpse Race—
Then what would the battle against the Sea Race become? It truly was hard to say.
"Perhaps you do not know that the undead are now severely injured. Healing requires a vast number of souls, and they have already begun moving against the Sea Race."
"As long as we can display sufficient strength, no matter how unwilling the Sea Race may be, they will certainly consider what they should do."
"All of you are rulers of your own domains. You can imagine what it will be like once such a war begins, if you remain caught in the middle and bear the wrath of both sides."
What he said was very simple.
Yet every sentence was the truth.
Even though most of the bigwigs present felt unwilling, they had no choice but to admit that Qin Shaofeng was indeed right.
As long as they could demonstrate enough strength, they might truly be able to draw the Sea Race into a temporary alliance with them.
The Blood Race Great Emperor especially understood what kind of situation that would be.
After all, in a certain sense, the Blood Race was the enemy of all living races.
Under the current circumstances—
Even the Ghost Corpse Race had chosen cooperation. How much more so them?
"This Emperor represents the Blood Race in agreeing with little friend Qin Shaofeng's proposal," the Blood Race Great Emperor was the first to