These people were naturally the disciples and vassals under the Poison King. Most were disciples of the Poison Dao who also practiced related secret arts.
In groups of three or five, or bands of seven or eight, they hurried between the various continents, discreetly and cautiously spreading epidemics and reaping the rewards. They then gathered the corpses and wealth from their respective regions and shipped them in a steady stream to an unnamed little hill on the front-line battlefield.
The Poison King, Ge Long, Wu Hai, You Xin, and several other Puppet Dao Masters had gathered there.
Several Poison Dao Masters, together with their Seven-Star Battle Puppets and Nascent Soul combat strength, amounted to a considerable force. Even if a Great Power appeared, they could hold their own for a time. By coordinating against the enemy with the Sky Cities stationed nearby and the Puppet Dao Grandmasters patrolling the region, they could also play a substantial role.
"Poison King, another batch of spoils has arrived. There are quite a few good things this time. Would you like to take a look yourself?"
Inside a temporary abode at the foot of the hill, the Poison King stood before an enormous flat map of the Star Sea, silently pondering. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted.
He turned his head and saw Ge Long striding in from outside, his face radiant with delight.
Ge Long seemed to be in a good mood, evidently deeply satisfied with their recent gains.
The Poison King said flatly, "Accept them as usual."
Although ordinary materials and cultivation provisions were important for developing their forces, they hardly amounted to much in the eyes of high-rank Puppet Masters like them.
Besides, every master had plenty of disciples under them, more than enough to handle all the miscellaneous tasks.
With that,