The entire Demon Eye Ghost City had turned into a massive Shura Field, with the Undead dying constantly. Those who wanted to rebel couldn't even touch their opponent before their souls perished completely. If they tried to run, there were pursuers behind them, and Zhang Menglong's Immortal Execution Array blocked them ahead, rendering their cries for help futile.
"Zhang Menglong, do you really intend to utterly annihilate us?" The body of the Demon Eye Ghost King was trembling, half with anger and half with fear.
"Not necessarily," Zhang Menglong said with a smile. "Living people are always more valuable than dead ones, and living ghosts are more valuable than dead ghosts. If you consider working for me, I might spare you."
Zhang Menglong had his own considerations. Even if he harvested all they had, he would at most get a hundred billion Soul Cores, and that would be a one-time deal.
