"Brothers of the Primordial Third Legion!"
"We are the Primordial Second Legion! We're here!"
Before they even arrived, their voices had already carried into the area.
As for the Primordial Third Legion, its emblem was clearly visible from outside. Every Primordial Chaos Legion had its own distinctive mark, placed atop their mausoleum—the place they called their camp.
"So proactive?" Qin Luo had yet to figure out how to trick them over when they headed this way of their own accord.
They had not a shred of vigilance, marching straight toward the Third Legion's camp.
"Prepare to welcome our guests."
With Qin Luo's order, the Impostors went into action once more.
Ning Ye and Bai Che, the two commanders, walked to the camp entrance, while the other Emperor Rank experts converged from different directions.
The Second Legion arrived in mighty force, having brought along its entire fortune.
Their numbers were enormous. Every ship carried more than a thousand Ghost Race members, all King-Rank Level or above.
They had ten such ships.
In other words, there were a full ten thousand Ghost Race members.
The King-Rank Level Ghost Race members made up the overwhelming majority, while there were very few Emperor Rank experts—only two aboard each ship.
Yet Qin Luo and the others could sense that even the weakest Emperor Rank expert on each vessel was Mid Emperor Rank.
Among the King-Rank Level members, many were King Rank, High-Tier.
"Huh, are they taking the elite route?"
"Interesting. They're rather distinctive."
"My Netherferry Ship really does need some ordinary crew members."
Qin Luo's words made Ning Ye, Bai Che, and the others' expressions turn strange.
Were there few ordinary crew members aboard the Netherferry Ship? Not at all. The King-Rank Level members of the Ninth Legion and the First Legion had all become