"Could it be that the Deceit Zone wants to seize power?" The thought suddenly popped into the Corpse King's mind.
The gray mist certainly wouldn't seize power; if it really wanted to act, there's no need to spy, it would directly attack me.
Only the Deceit Zone, which also has power, would use these means to suppress him. The ghosts' brains are certainly much better than the zombies under his command.
"If this is truly the case, then it's going to be difficult." The more the Corpse King pondered, the more probable it seemed.
"The defenses of the Deceit Zone are not something I can break, and they are all supernatural beings that don't need to eat; win or lose, they have the upper hand."
"While on my side, once a servant dies, we lose one, and replenishing forces depends on the platform."
