Anyone kneeling?
Under the shroud of death's threat, some Ghost Race members naturally fell to their knees—and not just one. But most of those who knelt were old, weak, sick, or disabled.
Their cultivation was basically at the Marquis Rank.
King-Rank Level powerhouses could still hold on beneath this rain of swords.
Qin Luo had not forgotten his subordinate, Li Tiance.
"Alright, I'm already inside."
The instant Qin Luo entered the ghost city, Li Tiance knew that his crisis had been resolved.
Glancing at the balance of his Divine Ruins Coins, Li Tiance was quite satisfied.
He raised his head to look at the Ghost King Rank opposite him and said with a smile, "Alright, my business here is finished."
"If you're lucky, you may survive."
"The premise is that you're discerning enough, because..."
"Not everyone has a certain amount of value like I do."
"Whether Human Race or Ghost Race, knowing the times is the kingly way."
After tossing out those words, Li Tiance turned and left.
He would not waste time on a bone he could not chew through.
Now was the time to earn his first pot of gold. Outside, countless Ghost Race members were waiting for his butcher's blade.
Whoosh! Li Tiance shot out from within.
The supporting Ghost King Rank arrived and looked at Li Tiance. "What happened here? Was there a spy planted by Ghost Forest?"
Li Tiance nodded without hesitation. "He's inside. He's very strong and has already taken control of our ghost city's formation. I'm no match for him."
"What's happening outside?"
"I'm not too sure..." Before that Ghost King Rank could finish speaking, Li Tiance suddenly launched his attack.
Just kill. If he could win, kill; if he could not, retreat. Either way, whether there were Divine Ruins Coins or not,