Let Death Come More Fiercely

In the void of Hell, Ghost Rider was already covered in wounds.

His level was not much different from Isis, but he was accustomed to backstabbing and was not skilled at head-on combat.

Facing an opponent like Isis, who was nearly omnipotent, he had no chance of victory and had been at an absolute disadvantage from the very start of the engagement.

The battle had lasted for over twenty minutes, and Ghost Rider no longer had the strength to fight back, left only to be toyed with.

Beyond his physical injuries, his state of mind was also filled with anxiety.

He had failed to drag Fang Cheng in, and now Ophi must be fighting Fang Cheng personally on the outside.

Ghost Rider had zero confidence that Ophi could win.

She might even lose more miserably than he had.

However, Ghost Rider dared not lift the confinement to let Isis return, as that would only make the situation worse.

He could only continue to drag things out here, holding on until he could no longer sustain it.

Compared to Ghost Rider's anxiety, Isis's mindset was much more relaxed; she believed Fang Cheng would be victorious, so there was no need to risk a disaster by trying to force a kill on Ghost Rider.

It was enough to simply circle him and wear down his resistance.

As this one-sided battle neared its thirtieth minute, the sound of a horn suddenly echoed through Hell.

Upon hearing the horn, Ghost Rider's expression changed drastically.

Has it already... become this dangerous?!

Ghost Rider knew exactly what this horn meant; it was the final resort available to Ophi.

She would only use it if she were facing a life-or-death situation.

After all, the power gained from sacrificing a Disaster-Class entity could only be sustained for a