Qin Shaofeng shot the ghost a sidelong glare.
He knew perfectly well that ghosts like this were nothing more than foot soldiers, with hardly any value for questioning. He directly gave Gusu Hanxing a meaningful look.
The warship reached the wall of Hundred Ghosts Fog and abruptly vanished.
Heizi and the others, having experienced this several times already, promptly steadied themselves. More people, however, instinctively tumbled to the ground.
The moment they arrived, they saw more than a dozen ghosts that seemed no different from humans rushing toward them.
"Who are you? How did you come to this battlefield?"
The leader looked like a burly general, completely encased in armor. Yet unlike other Ghost Kings, his face was utterly blank, with only two clusters of ghostfire flickering within.
"Of course we came here to fight."
Qin Shaofeng rolled his eyes at him in irritation. "Tell me quickly. Where can we find battles? What levels of battles are there, and how should we deal with them?"
The general was clearly bewildered by his questions for a while.
His two clusters of ghostfire swept across every person Qin Shaofeng had brought before he said, "The Magic Realm has not launched an attack for the time being. If you want to fight, you will have to pass through Hundred Ghosts Fog. As for what level of enemies you may encounter, I cannot say. Perhaps they will merely be ants, or perhaps they will be foes beyond your ability to handle."
"Are there many opponents at the Reaper of Fate level?" Qin Shaofeng continued asking.
"Quite a few, though they are not everywhere."
"What do I need to do for it to count as earning Battle Merit?"
"Obtain Demon Beads."
The general spread out his hand, and an ink-black bead appeared in his palm.