"I hope that you ghosts can join the battle." Li Ziyu said frankly. If there was no other way, he would not want to let the ghosts join the battle. Now the situation is too urgent, and he has to mobilize all the forces at hand.

Millions of ghosts are floating in the sky watching the show, which is not good.

Ghosts do not have physical attack power and cannot kill the opponent directly, but their death energy can cause considerable trouble to the opponent, even if it is just to interfere with the opponent for a while.

The coalition forces of the three races were mainly composed of physical warriors, and there were not many mage troops. The damage they could cause to the ghosts was limited, so Li Ziyu asked them for help.

"I understand, Lord of the Undead, you don't have to be polite. We will lend a helping hand." King Borhan was neither pretentious nor evasive. It was certainly enjoyable to watch the show, but Li Ziyu was their benefactor. If Li Ziyu had not taken out the soul coffin, they would still be trapped in the Mountains of the Dead.

The ghosts all remember this kindness in their hearts, especially since ghosts and skeleton undead can almost be said to be of the same race, it is impossible for them to just ignore it.

What good would it be for them if Li Ziyu was eliminated by the other party? If something goes wrong with the soul coffin again, where will they go to live? Will they go back to the Mountains of the Dead?

They were in the Mountains of the Dead, just like being in prison, with no way out forever. After thousands of years in prison, they didn't want to go back.

"King Borhan, thank you for your understanding." Li Ziyu said gratefully.

As the saying goes, a friend in need is a friend indeed. The fact that the ghost is willing to take action at this time is quite crucial.

King Borhan returned the greeting and flew up into the sky again to communicate with the spirits above.

Hearing that the Lord of the Undead was asking for help, the ghosts immediately became excited. Many of them had already been eager to go down, but the Lord of the Undead had not said anything, so they did not dare to take the initiative. Now that he was asking for help, what was there to hesitate about?

A terrifying scream sounded and spread throughout the entire battlefield. It was the excited ghosts roaring their souls. This skill was almost the instinct of the undead, and anyone who was an undead would know how to use it.

The soul roar released by the ghost had a large range, directly covering the entire battlefield, and the effect was weakened a lot. Even so, many coalition soldiers were affected, and their moves during the battle were more or less distorted, while the skeleton undead were not affected at all. In just the moment of being affected, many skeleton undead were saved, and many coalition soldiers died.

This kind of battlefield is not a duel between martial arts masters, where you fight back and forth, and the battles often last for three hundred rounds. It is a place where victory or defeat is decided in seconds. Even a moment of distraction can cost one's life.

After the soul roared, ghosts came out in groups, and green light and shadows swooped down from the sky, like a rain of flowers.

200,000 coalition reinforcements entered the battlefield, and millions of ghosts fell from the sky!

The battle once again entered a white-hot stage.

The ghosts had no way to directly kill the coalition soldiers, but they could suddenly make them feel cold all over, which made the coalition soldiers very annoyed. However, they had no way to deal with the ghosts, and physical attacks could not hurt these guys.

When their knives chopped at people, they just went through their bodies without any effect at all.

Only magic professionals can harm ghosts, but there are too many ghosts, densely packed together, shuttling back and forth across the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)