At these words, the foreign Lord Player beside him smacked his thigh. A triumphant glint flashed in his eyes as he shouted:
"Ha!"
"Makes sense!"
"Let's exploit this stupid flaw where the Undead Soldiers don't press their advantage!"
"We'll make a strategic retreat first!"
"Once our allies on the other fronts have dealt with their own battles!"
"Then we'll all regroup, combine all our Divine Chosen Legions, and come back to take care of this terrifying Undead Legion!"
After a brief pause, he arched an eyebrow and added with a scornful, disbelieving laugh,
"That said, this Undead Army is already so freakishly powerful. Surely this isn't even Lord Tingfeng's main force, is it?"
At his words, the other foreign Lord Players fell silent. Their expressions froze, and a storm erupted in their minds.
'Fuck!'
'It was better when you kept your mouth shut!'
'Now that you mention it, my heart just sank. I have a really, really bad feeling about this!'
