They had not even arrived yet, but their imposing aura had already surged forth.
They were Emperor Rank beings—and not merely one, two, three, or five of them.
There were at least twenty or thirty.
"We few can't stop them anyway. If you think you can, then be my guest." Qin Luo made an inviting gesture.
"But, but..." Mo Yuan was at a loss for words.
"But General Night and the others have already reached a critical moment. We must stop them and buy time for General Night and the others."
"Then you do it." Qin Luo and the others immediately moved aside and rushed to both flanks, leaving Mo Yuan standing alone in plain sight.
After his initial panic, Mo Yuan gradually steadied himself. He tightened his grip on the massive axe in his hand, already resolved to die.
He looked at Qin Luo and gritted his teeth. "Qin Luo, I don't care what kind of conspiracy you have! What exactly are you trying to do to my Ninth Legion?"
"But now is the most dangerous moment for my Ninth Legion!"
"You must fight alongside me!"
"Remember this: you are a member of the Ghost Race, a member of the Primordial Ghost Domain's Ghost Race! This is your responsibility. This is your duty."
"Even if we die, we must buy time for General Night and the others, so that the Ninth Legion will not be annihilated."
Mo Yuan spoke with fiery passion, his face filled with the expression of one ready to face death without fear.
But Qin Luo only said one word. "Idiot."
"If you want to throw your life away, be my guest. We have no intention of accompanying you."
"Follow me in!"
"Kill anyone who blocks us!"
With a command from Qin Luo, they prepared to