The Lords of the dead souls were all trembling in fear as they quickly left the main hall.
In the next moment, the northern king and a few marquises appeared in the Dragon Blood Hall, the northern king frowned slightly. “Dragon Blood, we didn’t bring out many lords. If we lose the northern king territory, it’ll be hard to replenish them in the future! Don’t randomly kill the Lords just because of a moment of anger!”
He was a little dissatisfied!
Without the undead Heavenly River to replenish the soldiers, these millions of undead were the last of their assets!
There were about fifty to sixty monarchs, and only three to five monarchs under one marquis.
If they killed one at a time, wouldn’t that mean that the monarchs would all die within a few days?
The northern king understood a principle. The strong also walked out from the weak. Once there was no follow-up power, just their group of people would be destroyed sooner or later!
