"You and the accompanying forces are not to participate in the battle. You are responsible for bringing over any Ghost Corpse Slaves that suffer heavy injuries at any time, so Qin Shaofeng can use them to raise his cultivation."
The Ghost Corpse Race had always operated under a system of ranks.
Just as Gui Yang, in order to raise his own combat strength, could slaughter so many of his own kin without a second thought.
Let alone these Ghost Corpse Slaves.
None of them showed the slightest sign of concern.
With a wave of his hand, Qin Shaofeng immediately had them disperse.
"The final three thousand Ghost Corpse Slaves will be under the command of you thirty Ghost Corpse Kings, temporarily serving as my personal guards."
Turning back, he said, "Of course, the men your two sides leave behind will be the same. Move out. Into the sea."
With a turn of his body, he plunged into the sea.
The thirteen Ghost Corpse Emperors followed close behind.
The others were somewhat disorganized, since Qin Shaofeng's orders had been far too simple.
Even as personal guards, there ought to have been some arrangement.
With no divisions at all, they were simply told to set out. How were they supposed to coordinate with one another?
The three Northern Heaven Ancestors all had dark lines across their foreheads.
Qin Shaofeng had already led the Ghost Corpse Race into the vast ocean. No matter how many doubts and misgivings filled their hearts, they had no choice but to keep silent.
They hurriedly led their people after him.
As they went deeper into the ocean,
they began to discover that their originally scattered formation was gradually taking the shape of a unified group.
The Ghost Corpse Slaves were at the very bottom, with the others