Though these three Ghost Kings were powerful, we had our own advantages. I had fought High-Grade Ghost Kings many times and knew some of their weaknesses."
"Coupled with your and my magical treasures and spells, as long as we devise a proper strategy, we can certainly fight them."
"Of the three Ghost Kings, the Bull-Head Ghost King on the right is the weakest, judging by his size and aura."
"Leave that ghost to you, Brother Dao. So long as you keep him occupied and do not interfere with my battle, that will be enough!"
"As for the one in the middle, his aura is extraordinary, and he actually resembles our Human Race. When things are abnormal, there must be something sinister at work. I have decided to handle him myself!"
"What about the remaining one?" Monarch Qian Chuan asked. There were only two of them.
"I have seven Bloodfiend Spawns under my command. If they join forces, an ordinary High-Grade Ghost King will absolutely be no match for them."
"Once I deal with one of them, we can outnumber the rest and kill them one by one."
"When that time comes, Brother Dao can also receive more than two hundred battle merits!"
According to the rules of the Western Desert, when enemies were slain together, battle merits were divided according to Contribution Points. If Monarch Qian Chuan could hold back one Ghost King,
then splitting the battle merits of one Ghost King fifty-fifty would not be unreasonable.
"Then many thanks, worthy brother!" Monarch Qian Chuan did not refuse.
Before long, the three Ghost Kings arrived before them as well.
"So it is Oblivion River True Lord of the Human Race. I have long heard of your great name. I am the Nine Nether King!" The young man in the middle