Ghost Mist Ridge, Soul Burial Village——
The Four Ghost Generals surrounded a stone disk, and around them were a dense crowd of Corpse Soldiers.
These Corpse Soldiers were summoned from the Ancient Battlefield. Although they were not true Ghost Soldiers, they were sufficient as cannon fodder.
Having no intelligence of their own, these resurrected undead harbored a natural hatred for the living, yet had an innate obedience to powerful beings from the Netherworld like the Ghost Generals.
On the stone disk stood a pitch-black figure.
This was the mastermind behind it all.
"They have been drawn away. Proceed."
"Understood, well done, Weiyang. I owe you one."
The dark figure hung up the phone and turned his attention back to the game.
