While everyone else's attention was drawn to the Dragon Corpses, Qin Luo and the others completed the encirclement.
"Save me!"
"Lord Prison Emperor, save me, save me!" The surrounded Ghost Emperor immediately sent out a plea for help.
The Prison Emperor merely glanced over, signaling with his eyes. The other Ghost Emperors immediately charged toward Qin Luo and the others.
His expression was exceptionally grave as he stared at the enormous sleeping palace. He sensed an aura of danger.
When the nine Dragon Corpses had been dormant and their auras concealed, he had still held victory in his grasp.
But now...
Nine Dragon Corpses pulled an enormous palace. The nine Dragon Corpses themselves were not so frightening in the Prison Emperor's eyes, but what was inside them?
The Dragon Corpses could move and join the battle. Could it be that whatever was inside them was alive as well?
Ye Ci finally understood. So this was what Qin Luo had meant by having everything under control.
He burst into laughter. "Hahaha!"
"Prison Emperor, come, come, come! You and I shall battle another three hundred rounds!"
As he spoke, he devoured a large number of Ghost Source Stones, recovering a tiny portion of his combat strength.
The Prison Emperor looked at Ye Ci and sneered. "You? How long do you think you can still stop me?"
"Anyway, before I die, don't even dream of taking a single step into my Primordial Ghost Domain!" Ye Ci stepped forward, radiating an air of facing death without fear.
"Battle again!"
Without pausing for even an instant, he charged at the Prison Emperor.
"Qin Luo, I'm leaving everything to you. Stop them."
Ye Ci did not forget to issue Qin Luo an order.
"I believe you can do it."
Heaven and earth bear witness, Qin Luo