Faced with an army of several million skeletons and Zombies, both the Demon Race and the Buddhist Sect were seized by fear.
But Gudoer felt only excitement.
A mad impulse surged within him.
This was war!
What he had known before had not been war!
Because whenever he had mobilized before, he had selected only elites; everyone dispatched had been an expert.
Even at their greatest number, they had never exceeded a thousand.
And every time, they had relied on surprise attacks—striking and retreating, ending things with swift, decisive battles.
But before him now stretched a boundless sea of skeletons, several million strong. It let him feel the madness of war, and even touch upon a kind of "will."
With a single command, several million skeletons charged madly together and fought with all their strength. Was that not one person's "will"?
Yet how could it not also be the will of several million skeletons?
Between that one person and those several million skeletons, there existed something.
Gudoer felt that the war will he sought lay within it.
He silently contemplated it.
He was very satisfied with the war Zhang Yang had prepared for him—far too satisfied!
As the several million skeletons drew ever closer under Ying Gou's lead, the Demon Race and the Buddhist Sect grew increasingly panicked.
These several million "dead people" were charging toward them. There was no doubt they intended to exterminate all living beings.
What were they supposed to do?
Countless demons swiftly revealed their true forms and stared fiercely at the endless skeletons.
Their Monster Realm had already suffered terribly from the Zombie onslaught, and they knew how formidable Zombies were.
If these Zombies and skeletons were allowed to charge into the Ten Thousand Mountains, would that not mean the annihilation of their race?
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