The entire base of the Yin Soldier Camp Board had been battered into a shambles. Countless Barracks and stretches of ground were pitted with holes from his fists...
This was a truly Qiang and formidable Ghost General. If it really fought with all its might to break out, the Yin Soldier Camp Board might not be able to suppress it.
Of course, that was only because there were too few Yin Soldiers inside it this time. It could not yet bring even one percent of its power to bear.
Tang Changsheng sighed. "General, why don't we talk? If it comes to it, I can let you out!"
With Ghost General Qin An occupying it, the Yin Soldier Camp Board was practically useless. Tang Changsheng had no choice but to start scheming...
"Heh, boy, is there an ambush outside? I've fought more battles and killed more people than you've ever seen. You think you can fool me? Not so easily! I like it here. I'm not going out!"
Chuckling, Qin An spread his arms and legs and lay flat on the ground.
That shameless display was enough to make anyone grind their teeth in helpless fury!
But Master Tang was not just anyone.
Tang Changsheng smiled faintly. "If you'd like to stay, General, then stay. I'll see that you have good food and wine every day..."
As he spoke, he formed an image in his mind and chanted a spell. Dishes rained down: fresh fish, plump chicken, delicacies from mountain and sea—everything one could wish for.
Ghost General Qin An took one look and scoffed. "Your cultivation is lacking, Mage. I've heard that a master's Ritual Food includes immortal fare like Jiao Pears and Fire Dates, Crimson Plums and Flat Peaches. All you can produce is mortal food. Your skills are