Mo Yuan fell silent...
Yes. It was not that Ye Ci did not believe what he said; there was simply no other way.
How helpless!
So what if everything had been Qin Luo's doing? So what if Qin Luo had secretly taken control of the generals of their Primordial Ghost Domain?
It was still far better than being wiped out by the Immortal Realm.
"Lu Yan, you will join Ye Ci and the others in resisting the Immortal Realm's invasion!"
"Have all the other Ghost Race members come out as well! Prepare for a fight to the death."
"I'll be done soon."
Qin Luo strode inward, already issuing orders.
Ye Ci had made a smart choice. Qin Luo should be the one to take power, and in the future, Ye Ci and the others could be considered Qin Luo's own foundation.
Of course, all of that depended on Qin Luo gaining control of the Ninth Legion first.
"Prepare for battle!" Ye Ci roared. Every Ghost Emperor Rank powerhouse within charged out. As they passed Qin Luo, they all gave him complicated looks before rushing outside with the resolve to face death without flinching.
Qin Luo went in, while they went out. The Immortal Realm's Emperor Rank powerhouses had arrived.
Boom! More than thirty Emperor Rank powerhouses descended.
There were quite a few Mid Emperor Rank experts among them, as well as several High Emperor Rank ones.
On Ye Ci's side, however, he was the only High Emperor Rank expert. Including Mo Yuan, they only had three Mid Emperor Rank experts.
The rest were Lu Yan and the others. Three against one—and aside from Lu Yan's group, the remaining Ghost Emperor Rank experts were all far from their peak condition.
"Prepare to risk our lives. Buy Qin Luo some time," Ye