Soon, only a few hundred Asan players were left shivering.

Originally they wanted to escape, but after seeing the ghosts escaping and the players ending, they all retreated silently.

Everyone knows the temper of Ah San players.

When you encounter a weakling or have a chance to win, your morale will definitely be like a rainbow, and you will almost be willing to cut yourself off, and you will be shameless and reckless in daring to bring down the emperor.

But when encountering an irresistible and powerful enemy, he is also the most pragmatic and will just lie down and let the hammer hit him.

Anlos played with the bone scepter in her hand and walked up to these Asan players to ask.

"The Howling Abyss belongs to the Pale Territory. Who is in favor of it and who is against it?"

Her beautiful eyes were like sharp knives, making the opponent's body tremble slightly, as if she wanted to know if there were any opponents.

"I think your Excellency is right. The Howling Abyss belongs to the Pale Territory. Our Golden Tower Church firmly supports this!"

Among the Asan players, a slightly fatter player agreed seriously, as if he was telling the truth.

"Well said!"

Anlos turned and left.

Since you want to follow the player-led route, of course you can't kill everyone you see, so killing a group of people and pulling a group of them is the best way.

Zhao Liang and the God of Death also moved forward together, leaving Asan's players where they were.

Now they want to occupy those spiritual tombs.

Without ghosts, the souls of ground players would have no choice but to give up.

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Chapter completed!