"Did the Sect Hierarch really say that?"
Meanwhile, in Zhu Men Town, the altar had already been set up. Three of the Four Great Hall Officials were busy while one was bewildered, and outside in the military camp, the Cow Horn Horn was also being blown.
Without the qualifications to directly meet the Sect Hierarch, they didn't understand his true intentions. However, receiving the message passed by Immortal Miaoshan, Think Tank Iron Mouth immediately came up with a plan and escorted Yang Gong to the front of the formation.
One group of soldiers after another was summoned and lined up, appearing strong and formidable.
Looking across, three miles away, hordes of hungry ghosts had also gathered in front of Mingzhou Prefecture. In just one night, the opposing side had amassed three to four thousand, a massive, unnerving sight that made hearts tremble.
However, compared to Yang Gong's side, they still seemed somewhat inferior, as if a single charge could scatter them.
