"Boom, boom, boom."
A total of 26 black hole bombs detonated successively in the joint camp of the Necromancer and Ghoul races.
Mainly in the Necromancer camp, most of the black hole bombs that landed in the Ghoul territory were intercepted by Monet and the other four Emperor Lords, with only three falling into the Ghoul army.
The Ghoul army, upon the arrival of the bombs, had most of their forces enter the defensive formation. Only about ten million troops were affected.
However, the Necromancer race was not as fortunate. Out of the 26 black hole bombs, only 7 landed in the Ghoul encampment. The remaining 19 were evenly distributed across the Necromancer encampment.
For a time, flames and lightning intermingled throughout the entire camp. Several spatial rifts, torn open by the explosion of spatial stones, continuously slaughtered the allied forces of the two races.
The joint camp of the two races suffered countless casualties and cries of agony, especially the Necromancer race, which directly lost 80% of its army.
All summoned creatures and skeleton soldiers, due to their low level, were annihilated in the explosions, leaving not even ashes.
The main combat legion, consisting of over two hundred million soldiers, was reduced to only over thirty million elite troops, who survived under the protection of numerous Kings.
Their losses were far more tragic than those of the Ghoul race.
After dropping the black hole bombs, the two Great Shang Xuanbirds flew back to the temporary encampment in the Nether Canyon with all their might.
Meanwhile, Lin Zhan and the others had already retreated when the airdrop began, leaving only a few Emperor-level powerhouses to guard the two Great Shang Xuanbirds.
Lin Zhan and his group stood in mid-air above the Nether Canyon, gazing at the scene of cataclysmic destruction at the joint camp of the two races. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Holy hell, that felt good."
Lin Dashuai, perched on Xiao Ji's back, addressed the group, "In this moment, I feel inspired to recite a poem."
"Ah, these bombs are quite grand,
After their blast, no one is at hand.
No one at hand, no one at hand,
These bombs are truly beyond compare."
"A good poem, a good poem! Marshal, you truly have a gift for verse!"
The assembled Kings chimed in with feigned admiration.
Then, they turned away and muttered amongst themselves, "Pah, what kind of nonsense is this? If it weren't for your ancestor's immense power, this pathetic poem would be no different from the scatological ramblings sold for a dime in a public toilet."
As soon as Genghis Khan finished speaking, Zhebei, standing beside him, interjected, "My Khan, such words are not to be spoken. Otherwise, this petty Marshal will surely make us cannon fodder."
Temüjin shot Zhebei a glare. "Can't you speak properly? Keep up this sarcastic tone and I'll stuff you inside a dog's belly."
As he spoke, he instinctively glanced at the Grassland Wolf King beside him.
Lin Zhan pondered for a moment, then turned to the group with a stern expression. "Each of you has become a patriarch or an ancestor, yet you still lack seriousness. Straighten up your troops, we're preparing for a charge."
Lin Zhan then addressed Chang Ruo, Cao Yu, Tie Lao San, and Shang Tang, "Esteemed ancestors, Third Brother, you shall proceed first and keep an eye on the enemy's Emperor-level powerhouses. We'll kill two birds with one stone, eliminating them first."
The distinguished figures nodded but did not move. It was only when Lin Zhan turned his attention to Temüjin and the others that Shang Tang quickly lifted the young Taoist and asked:
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The young Taoist rolled his eyes and calculated, then quickly replied, "Holy hell, Ancestor! Counting it up, it's almost time again. If he has another episode this time, will we be attending a funeral feast?"
Shang Tang blinked and tossed the young Taoist aside, saying, "You rascal, you're no saint either. Are you planning to inherit your elder brother's condition?"
Lin Zhan looked at Temüjin and said, "Esteemed Ancestor Temüjin, take the grassland wolf cavalry and patrol outside the blast radius. There's no need for you to attack immediately. Follow my command, and we'll peel them layer by layer."
"Marshal, rest assured, the eagles of the grasslands..."
Before Temüjin could finish, Lin Zhan interrupted him, saying:
"Shut up. In... "
After speaking, he looked up and saw everyone staring at him, their eyes wide. Lin Dashuai roared furiously:
"What the hell are you all looking at? Get moving! Whoever drags me down, I'll chop them off."
As Lin Zhan roared, the assembled Kings scattered like startled birds. Temüjin, running, muttered, "Who exactly is the ancestor and who is the grandson here?"
Di Xin, following behind him, gave him a rough slap on the back and said, "What are you complaining about? I, your actual ancestor, am treated like a grandson. What makes you, a fake ancestor, think you can act so proud? Keep talking nonsense and I'll smack you."
Shang Tang looked at Lin Zhan and said, "Zhan'er, don't be in a hurry. These dead spirit freaks are no match for our Great Shang even if they all attack. This kind of minor skirmish you're engaging in is just training. Let's take our time."
Lin Zhan nodded and said, "As expected of my own ancestor. Esteemed Ancestors, don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
Shang Tang nodded and addressed Xuan Yi and the two Great Shang Xuanbirds,
"Zhan'er and this little fatty are entrusted to you. Let them have their trial matches at their own level. If any shameless old fogeys interfere, then deal with them."
Xuan Yi nodded and said, "When did you become so hesitant? In all the acts of murder and arson committed by you people of Great Shang, when have we Xuanbirds ever not participated?"
Lin Zhan blinked: Holy hell, so these guys aren't exactly saints either.