"Blood Clan death warriors, heed my command!"
"At any cost, send away the seeds of the Shining Star Alliance, as well as the prodigies who will be our Blood Clan's future battlefield talents! Give your lives if you must—kill!"
Prince Xue Rongqing's voice seemed somewhat hoarse.
Yet the grief and indignation in her words were not even a tenth of the unwillingness in her heart.
She turned back for one last look at Qin Shaofeng's battlefield.
Then she spun around and charged toward the front of the retreating group.
On the other side.
Hearing Prince Xue Rongqing's voice, the last trace of concern vanished from Qin Shaofeng's expression.
"Ghost Face, your Ghost Corpse Slaves aren't desperate enough. Is there any way to make them attack in a manner similar to self-destruction?" Qin Shaofeng suddenly asked.
Ghost Face froze slightly, then shook his head helplessly.
"Although our Ghost Corpse Race has a final life-or-death technique, these are merely corpse slaves. To put it plainly, they're cannon fodder. Our race simply can't be bothered to spend great effort on them," Ghost Face said.
They truly were a unit bred for death.
Qin Shaofeng let out a deep sigh.
He watched Gu Sanxian, empty-handed yet moving through the Ghost Corpse Slave horde even more easily and swiftly than Qin Shaofeng could with his strongest weapon.
A dense fighting spirit had begun to rise in the depths of his eyes.
"Uncles, we can't keep waiting either. Gu Sanxian's cultivation is simply too powerful. The corpse slaves alone can't delay him for long; they'll only add to the needless casualties." Qin Shaofeng drew the Ghost Melody battle saber.
After Mo Ya and the others had refined it over this period, Ghost Melody's grade as a weapon had risen by far more than a single level.