With vast numbers of Salt Soldiers joining the fight, the pressure on the players plummeted.
But in truth, just as the system had judged, this was also an enormous drain on Yang Yi. These Salt Folk drew all their power from him, so it could effectively be regarded as Yang Yi personally wiping out these Fanatics.
It was only because Yang Yi had prepared so thoroughly beforehand-or rather, eaten enough-that he could sustain such expenditure for so long, summoning an army ten times the size of the Bewilderment King's original force and pushing his authority over salt to its limits.
Among them were even elite units or generals whose individual strength rivaled Mythic-level powerhouses. They drove the battle line forward with crushing force and would probably reach the Radiant Goddess in less than half an hour.
Zhou Dai saw it all, anxiety gnawing at her.
Yet after summoning this batch of Lost Ones, the system stopped doing anything, prompting Zhou Dai to urge it again.
"Bring in more people! My Lord's power is infinite. No matter how many believers there are, they can all be converted!"
"But there aren't any left."
"N-no more!?
What do you mean, no more?"
Zhou Dai spoke in terror. Believers were also the source of the Radiant Goddess's power. If there were none left, wouldn't they be doomed to remain in this world?
"These are all real people. Cultivating them takes resources and time, too. I can't supply them to you without regard for the cost.
"But I guarantee that before we leave this world, I will leave you enough believers for ascension. By then, our power will reach unprecedented heights and absolutely satisfy that condition."
Lada-or the system-said this, making Zhou Dai's expression change. She seemed about to say something, but Lada cut her