In the rear, Yang Shi's expression grew colder and colder.
"Release large numbers of ordinary zombies!"
"Have them all take Corpse Cores!"
"And bring up all those volatile poisons refined in the Pill Spirit Realm!"
"Begin executing Plan B!"
"Yes!"
The orders were swiftly relayed, and vast numbers of ordinary zombies poured out of the Ten-Thousand Corpse War Tombs.
Bottle after bottle of poison was quickly opened, and clouds of toxic mist began spreading as the battle raged.
Yang Shi had pushed his processing power to its limit.
Both armies, War Weapons, believer losses, formation strength.
Every piece of information was factored into his calculations.
"Reporting, Marshal!"
"The energy cannons fired by the enemy's intelligent weapons are gaining penetration power!"
"We estimate they'll soon exceed the Flesh Calamity Broodmothers' current defensive limit!"
"Five million Ten-Thousand Corpse War Tombs! Push every last one to the front!"
Yang Shi gave the order without hesitation.
"Spread out the pressure from their bombardment! Don't fear losses!"
"Use the Ten-Thousand Corpse War Tombs to force your way into their vanguard!"
"I want their formation completely shattered!"
"Yes!"
The next moment, vast numbers of Ten-Thousand Corpse War Tombs moved straight to the front of the battlefield.
The Rank A war structures stood like incredibly sturdy mobile fortresses, planting themselves firmly at the very front.
Energy blasts rained down from across the sky.
Explosions thundered without end, and Ten-Thousand Corpse War Tombs began falling apart one after another.
At the same time, however, the Sima Family's vanguard formation began to waver.
"Reporting, Marshal!"
"The enemy has vast quantities of Holy Spirit Water!"
"It's severely disrupting our advance!"
Yang Shi frowned slightly.
"Pour out our Decayed Corpse Water!"
"Our God prepared more than enough of this war resource for us long ago. Cover the entire route with it!"