"My lord, what do you need our Ghost Corpse Race to do? I'll send word back immediately," King Shun said.
"No need."
Qin Shaofeng shook his head and said, "Let's go to the battlefield first. Then have some of your experts come out and await orders."
"Yes, my lord," King Shun said respectfully.
Qin Shaofeng lightly tapped the giant creature's back with his foot, and it hurriedly began moving.
As they advanced, more and more Ghost Corpse Race experts gathered around them. By the time they reached the vicinity of the battlefield, their number had already exceeded a thousand, and even the weakest among them possessed Eternal-level cultivation.
Qin Shaofeng had encountered far too many Eternal Realm experts these past few days, even beings above Eternal. Yet when he saw the Ghost Corpse Race casually produce so many Eternals, his heart was still filled with astonishment.
As soon as they arrived near the battlefield, several Ghost Corpse Race experts guarding the border came forward to welcome them.
"Gui Ti pays respects to the Realm Lord and to Lord King Shun." The leader was a Ghost Emperor.
"No need for such formalities."
Qin Shaofeng answered casually, though his gaze remained fixed on the surrounding scene.
They were sending troops into the starry sky occupied by the fiends.
This was not something he could accomplish alone. Besides, having the alliance he had established blindly forge carts behind closed doors was no solution either.
The fiends were not made up entirely of experts. Perhaps they could instead be used to train his troops.
Having thought this through, he asked, "What is the current situation on the fiends' side? And what is the situation within their groups?"
"Reporting to the Realm Lord, the fiends still have nearly a Ten Million Army, but they do