"Hm?" The Blood Emperor's gaze fell on Qin Luo, and he frowned.
He sensed a King-Rank Level aura from Qin Luo, yet a faint sense of threat emanated from him, leaving him puzzled.
He was only King-Rank Level. So what if he was at the King-Rank Peak? Could he possibly change the tide of their battle?
Impossible.
Xu Zhihan's gaze fell on Qin Luo as she said solemnly, "The grudges between you and me are internal conflicts among the Human Race. Now that the Ghost Race's great enemy stands before us, I think we should set aside our disputes and face the enemy together."
"If you help me, I'll owe you a favor."
Qin Luo sneered. "A favor is enough?"
"What if what I want is you?"
"The price of betraying me isn't something you can simply brush aside with a few light words."
Acting? Acting for whom?
Naturally, it was for the Dao Yan Tower, and for those people lurking behind it.
Xu Zhihan gritted her silver teeth. "It was you who coerced and tempted us before. We merely wanted to regain our freedom!"
"Why must you press us so relentlessly? What good does it do you?"
"The tide of the times is moving forward. You cannot stand against it."
"Cooperate with me, and only then will you have a sliver of hope of survival in the future."
Xu Zhihan shouted at Qin Luo while battling the Blood Emperor.
"Cooperation is possible." Qin Luo folded his arms and spoke indifferently.
"But I want you!" Qin Luo pointed at Xu Zhihan.
"Only if you become my slave girl can you ease the hatred in my heart."
Xu Zhihan hesitated only slightly before saying resolutely, "Fine! As you wish!"
"But only if you can survive."
"Good, good, good!" Qin Luo burst