"Ghost Corpse Race?"
"Is this still the Ghost Corpse Race?"
"Since when could Ghost Corpse Slaves give off the feeling of an iron-blooded army?"
Countless people cried out in shock.
Amid their exclamations, the thirty thousand Ghost Corpse Slaves charged into the Sea Race army like a torrent of steel.
Miserable screams immediately rang out.
Such terrifying sounds made even ordinary martial cultivators at the scene feel their scalps go numb as they listened.
This commotion was simply too frightening.
Under Qin Shaofeng's command, the alliance army had already taken part in far too many battles.
Qin Shaofeng no longer needed to issue commands personally.
Everyone moved at the same time.
Anyone who still had some fighting strength had already gone to the battlefield to gather the wounded.
In only a short while, the wounded Sea Race members at Qin Shaofeng's side had piled up like mountains.
Not right.
The Sea Race were simply too enormous.
The body of any one of them was like a small mountain.
At this moment—
The Sea Race piled before him could no longer be described merely as mountains.
"Though these Sea Race are numerous, they are nothing more than a rabble army," Qin Shaofeng said disdainfully.
Then—
He raised his battle saber and began harvesting the Sea Race members one after another.
System notifications rang out in succession, yet they still could not improve his expression.
After all, when every casual strike could harvest a million Seven Colors Value—
How could gains of ten or a hundred Seven Colors Value at a time possibly satisfy him?
While he was slaughtering away in irritation, he suddenly noticed that chaos seemed to have erupted among the Sea Race.
The Sea Race were too massive, forcing him to spread out his divine sense to investigate.
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