In the empty Hell, Ghost Rider was already covered in wounds.
His level was not much lower than Isis's, but he was used to stabbing people in the back and wasn't good at fighting head-on.
Against an opponent like Isis, who was almost an all-rounder, he had no chance of winning. From the very start, he'd been at an absolute disadvantage.
The battle had gone on for more than twenty minutes. Ghost Rider could no longer fight back and could only take a beating.
Besides his physical injuries, he was also extremely anxious.
He'd failed to pull Fang Cheng in. Ophi was surely fighting Fang Cheng herself outside.
Ghost Rider had no confidence at all that Ophi could win.
She might even lose more badly than he had.
But Ghost Rider didn't dare release Isis from her confinement and send her back. That would only make things worse.
All he could do was keep dragging things out here for as long as he could.
Compared to Ghost Rider's anxiety, Isis was much more relaxed. She believed Fang Cheng could win, so there was no need to risk a mishap by killing Ghost Rider outright.
She only needed to keep circling him and gradually wear down his ability to resist.
As this one-sided battle neared the thirty-minute mark, a horn suddenly sounded in Hell.
Hearing it, Ghost Rider's expression changed dramatically.
"It's already... gotten this dangerous?!"
Ghost Rider knew exactly what the horn meant. It was the last resort Ophi could use.
She would only use it when facing a situation where death was all but certain.
After all, the power gained by sacrificing a Disaster-Class could only last for two short minutes.
Isis was wondering where the horn had come from when she saw Ghost Rider suddenly begin to glow.