Amidst the grotesquely shaped stones of the valley, countless undead spirits and ghosts roared in unison. The leading Ghost Generals had even made preparations to charge, ready to launch an attack on Qin Feng.
However, the horde of ghosts, poised for action, waited a good long while, yet they never received any further orders from their master.
The ghosts who still retained some spiritual intelligence found this odd.
Especially the powerful Ghost Generals, who were filled with doubt and suspicion.
They were clearly aware of their master's temper—fierce and brutal. Any displeasure could likely provoke him to vent his anger on them. In recent times following Luo Xiao, they had besieged other formidable ghost creatures without hesitation, striking lethally at the slightest disagreement—utterly ruthless. So why, when he now appeared to loathe the individual before him to the bone, had he not given the command for them to attack?
