The level 82 ghost slave general had turned its gaze toward the human figure the instant it sensed that threat of death!
It was him...
It had to be him!
That human had locked onto it!
That unparalleled threat of death assaulted its mind, yet it did not feel the slightest fear!
The reason was simple.
It did not believe that, from such a great distance, the other party could pick it off with a single shot!
At their current distance, they were roughly two thousand meters apart.
At that range, only fourth-turn powerhouses could achieve a precise long-range kill!
Or perhaps it could be done if one possessed overwhelming superiority in every aspect of combat power!
But now...
As a level 82 ghost slave general, it believed that no third-turn powerhouse could instantly kill it from this distance!
Meanwhile.
The flesh-and-blood teleportation gate beside it would be complete in just three seconds!
Three seconds later, it would be able to flee this battlefield once more and return to Takamagahara, the paradise in the eyes of all ghost slaves!
"Damn human! If you have the guts, come kill me!"
The ghost slave general let out an incomparably arrogant roar.
At the same time, it could no longer suppress its smug laughter.
Perhaps, in the eyes of others, the impending annihilation of tens of millions of ghost slaves would be an enormous loss.
But in the eyes of these ghost slave generals, there was not the slightest trace of heartache.
The main reason was that these ghost slaves were indeed products created through secret techniques.
If Takamagahara ever truly raised its armies to attack the entire world, everyone would see just how terrifying that endless army of ghost slaves could be!
Tens of millions?
That was merely small change!
This was