Li Zhengyu hesitated for a moment before saying, "Master, if we bring them over, perhaps many people will be unwilling."
Qin Luo's lips curled slightly. "Some of them will come over. At the very least, those under Star-Seizing Tower's influence in the Lower Realm will come."
"Of course, your task is not merely to spread the word. You also have an even more important mission: find every gathering place of the Human Race."
These words sent a chill down Li Zhengyu's spine. Thinking of Human Race gathering places facing the onslaught of ten thousand ghosts, he shuddered violently.
He did not ask, yet he knew what Qin Luo wanted to do.
In one sentence: those who obeyed him would prosper; those who defied him would perish!
"Also, remember this—the Human Race's prodigies, especially those who perform exceptionally brilliantly. Gather all information about them! And their locations."
"I want you to use every possible means to make every Human Race member in the Ancient God Battlefield know the name Qin Luo!"
"They have only two paths before them. One is submission, and the other is destruction!"
"Understood!" Li Zhengyu knew that Qin Luo had now delegated authority, allowing him to command a group of people.
Naturally, he had to handle this matter properly. But when he turned and glanced around, there seemed to be rather too few people.
He looked at Qin Luo again and said, "Master, our numbers are somewhat small right now. If we want to swiftly fulfill your requirements, I fear there will be some difficulties."
"It does not matter. I will have others act at the same time."
"No, in your eyes, perhaps they are not people."
Li Zhengyu jolted. He had guessed it—the things Qin Luo was referring to that were not human were probably zombies.