Monarch Qian Chuan took a deep breath, striving to calm himself as he looked at Zhou Xun. "Worthy brother, I'll follow your arrangements and give you my full cooperation!"
Zhou Xun nodded slightly and swiftly surveyed the terrain. Not far away stood a valley strewn with jagged, grotesque rocks. Its terrain was intricate and tangled, making it the perfect place for an ambush.
He raised a hand and pointed toward the valley, saying to Monarch Qian Chuan:
"Brother, that valley lies on the ghost race army's inevitable path. We'll lie in ambush there. Once the ghost race army passes through, the two of us will strike together!"
"One of us takes one target. We'll kill those two lower-grade Ghost Kings first, then break the ghost race apart one by one. That way, each of us can earn at least sixty or seventy war merits!"
Monarch Qian Chuan tightened his grip on the blue water cup in his hand and nodded at Zhou Xun. "Good. We'll do as worthy brother says!"
The two had Little Armor race swiftly toward the valley. Upon arriving, each found a concealed position from which they could strike easily and lay in wait.
Zhou Xun hid behind a massive boulder. The Violet Jade Thunder Lance in his hand trembled faintly, the lightning winding around its shaft echoing the faint violet radiance surrounding him.
Monarch Qian Chuan concealed himself in a hollow along one side of the valley. Blue light flickered across the water cup's surface, and threads of cold air drifted from his body, spreading through the ghost mist.
Before long, the ghost race army approached from afar, accompanied by low roars and the turbulent sounds of Ghost Qi churning.
The two Tier 4 Lower Grade Ghost Kings at the front radiated an imposing aura as