As long as you have the courage, fierce ghosts go on maternity leave.

Chapter 192: Isn’t Edward enough?

Faced with a question, Sam showed no signs of panic and calmly said, "It’s only called spreading forces when you’re weak. If we’re powerful enough, it’s called sweeping! Look at our million-strong army!"

Sam pointed behind him to the streets, proclaiming with great confidence, "We have such a mighty army! What should we fear from the puny Ghost Association? Think big!"

"My vision is too narrow?" Beta inquired, puzzled.

"It’s not big enough!" Sam replied without hesitation, "The Fierce Ghost Association is too weak for us. We have nearly ten million soldiers. How many members do they have? At most two million!

Victory is inevitable for us. But after victory? Our Evil Ghost Association plans to control the entire Fierce Ghost Street. We must think ahead!"

"Please enlighten us!" Upon hearing the prospect of controlling Fierce Ghost Street, John Harington’s eyes widened, and he quickly responded with respect.

Nodding, Sam, with an air of profundity, said, "The city lord organized this battle for Fierce Ghost Street to select the strongest force to assist in its management. Since it’s about management, chaos is what they fear most!

The strength of the Fierce Ghost Association isn’t a concern. But if we destroy them, what about their remaining forces? If these defeated troops scatter and hide throughout Fierce Ghost Street, chaos will ensue. That’s not what the city lord wants to see."

"So, you spread our forces to clear the path we’ve walked and eliminate this potential chaos at its root?" John Harington interjected, finishing Sam’s thought with admiration, "Truly worthy of being a subordinate of the Flame King. Your vision is grand!"

Sam smiled contentedly, then turned to John Harington and asked, "So, do you think we should spread our forces?"

"We should! Definitely! Just arrange as you see fit, as long as the remaining forces are enough to take down the Fierce Ghost Association’s main army," replied John.

"We must be cautious!" Sam, understanding John Harington’s concerns, continued, "The Fierce Ghost Association is also spreading its forces in an attempt to ambush us. According to my tactics, leaving two million members is enough to crush the Ghost Association.

But we must be cautious. I plan to keep four to five million troops and dispatch the rest. Everything is under control, trust me, it’s foolproof."

"Indeed! You’re indeed prudent and cautious!" John Harington gave a thumbs up.

Beta still had some doubts, but seeing Sam’s meticulous arrangements, he believed that the four to five million troops would be more than enough to sweep the Ghost Association, so he remained silent.

Was Sam truly just being cautious? Of course not.

From the start of the battle, he actively requested that his genarl-ranking guards undertake intelligence-gathering duties. Using such high-ranked ghosts for reconnaissance was indeed unprecedented! Naturally, John Harington had no doubts.

Thus, John Harington and Beta, Were almost completely unaware of the actual battlefield situation. Yet, Sam didn’t deceive them because everything was indeed under control.

Leaving four to five million troops wasn’t merely for caution. Because the Fierce Ghost Association simply didn’t have enough members.

With a formal membership of just under two million and Alexander scattering many for ambushes, the main force was under a million.

Using group dynamics, Alexander quickly amassed a sizeable army. But the loyalties of these newer recruits could not be guaranteed.

For Alexander’s sake, Sam was indeed plotting.

He not only continuously provided reinforcements for Alexander but also was careful not to send too many too fast.

As the army moved forward and Sam explained, John Harington no longer doubted. If he could have seen the battlefield from above, like the Fierce Ghost Association’s aerial drones, he’d have witnessed a remarkable sight.

Three major forces were evident on the battlefield.

The smallest was the Fierce Ghost Association’s main force, busy building defensive structures.

Next was John Harington’s formidable legion, advancing like a vast sea towards the final battlefield. But this sea kept branching into smaller streams.

Finally, there was Alexander’s force, now resembling a large lake.

Those separated streams eventually joined this lake, continuously enlarging it. Slowly, as they approached the final battlefield, the gap between the two forces began to close.

The Final Battlefield.

This was the agreed location for the final showdown, situated at the heart of the Northern District of Fierce Ghost Street. It was a vast, desolate, uninhabited expanse, capable of hosting an epic battle involving tens of millions of ghosts.

By the time they arrived here, John Harington’s main force was down to less than five million. Yet, compared to the Fierce Ghost Association’s mere million, they remained a formidable presence, casting a suffocating darkness and dense ghostly aura wherever they went.

"Tony! Come out! And you, Tommy DeVito, stop hiding, I see you!" With the sight of the Fierce Ghost Association’s limited strength, John Harington’s confidence swelled.

His entire being exuded a fierce ghostly aura. In a flash, he reached the center of the battlefield, his voice echoing like thunder.

"John Harington, all you ever do is cavort with female ghosts. And you dare fight for control over Fierce Ghost Street?" Tony, mounted on a golden motorcycle, shot out from the crowd of ghosts to shout back at John Harington.

"Tony, where’s Tommy DeVito? Weren’t you two brothers touted to be quite formidable? Did he abandon you? I always knew he was a coward," John Harington sneered.

"How dare you insult my brother! You bastard!" Tony’s face darkened, and he seethed, "Once I destroy your Evil Ghost Association, I’ll tear you apart!"

"Destroy the Evil Ghost Association? With what, just you? Haha..." John Harington laughed mockingly.

"It’s not just him."

A soft voice chimed in. From the midst of the Fierce Ghost Association’s army, snow began to gather from thin air, slowly lifting a silhouette. The Ghost Prince Edward descended amidst a storm of snowflakes, followed closely by over a dozen ghost generals.

A sly smile played on Edward’s lips. "John Harington, I suggest you be wise and recognize the situation."

"You think you’re the only one with the support of a Ghost Prince?" Seeing Edward, John Harington remained unflustered.

The shadow beneath him stirred, rising slowly to form a figure: Ghost Prince Asfur. Two terrifying presences appeared behind him. The combined aura of the three Ghost Princes sent ripples through the air.

With Asfur by his side, backed by Terrence and Sam, John Harington’s confidence soared. "Tony, even with Edward’s help, what can you do? Our power is enough to crush you. Brothers—"

Just as John Harington was about to command, the roar of a motorcycle echoed behind him, followed by a calm voice: "Isn’t Edward enough? What if you add me to the mix?"

John Harington paused briefly and turned disdainfully, "So you’re Tommy DeVito? You think—"

His words were cut short, his expression frozen.