"Are we just going to keep dragging this out?" Su Mei frowned and asked.
She already understood Yang Zhenshan's plan, but she wasn't optimistic about the current battle situation.
Yang Zhenshan nodded slightly, "We need to engage in a war of attrition with the Unpredictable Ghost Sect now!"
"But the Unpredictable Ghost Sect has endless Ghost Soldiers and Blood Puppets. If we are to compete in attrition, it's difficult to outlast them!" Su Mei said.
Yang Zhenshan shook his head, "Have you seen the previous army of Ghost Soldiers?"
"Of course I have?"
"Did you notice any differences between the current army of Ghost Soldiers and the previous one?"
Su Mei frowned and thought for a while, "Are there differences? Aren't they all Ghost Soldiers and Blood Puppets?"
"Of course there are. Look at those Ghost Soldiers; their decaying smell is much stronger, much stronger than the previous ones."
