Although Zhou Yuanhao did not regard Qin Luo as a threat, he had no desire to take Qin Luo's sword strike head-on.
He had no choice but to abandon Ye Ci, redirecting his attack to clash with Qin Luo.
Boom! A deafening explosion rang out as Qin Luo was blasted backward by that strike.
He could not win. There was simply no way he could win.
Ye Ci also seized the opportunity Qin Luo had bought for him and broke free at once.
"Too weak..." Zhou Yuanhao's gaze fell on Qin Luo, his tone brimming with contempt.
"With just you, you think you can fight me?"
"You're dead for sure."
Zhou Yuanhao wanted to follow up with another strike and completely end Qin Luo's life here.
Qin Luo met his gaze without the slightest fear and sneered. "You want to kill me?"
"You? You're not qualified!"
"How dare you behave so atrociously before the Ninth Legion of the Primordial Ghost Domain!"
"Today, you all deserve death!"
As Qin Luo's voice rang out, terrifying auras awakened one after another behind him.
Zhou Yuanhao's expression suddenly changed.
"Big trouble."
"Why are there still so many Ghost Race members? Was the danger just now coming from here?"
"No!" His gaze landed on Qin Luo, his eyes filled with icy killing intent.
A faint feeling rose in his heart that he absolutely had to kill this Ghost Race member today. Otherwise, this Ghost Race member would surely bring immeasurable disaster upon him and the Immortal Realm in the future.
"Kill!" Zhou Yuanhao roared as he charged toward Qin Luo.
Ye Ci had never imagined that Qin Luo would truly succeed. Their Ninth Legion would not be wiped out!
In his eyes, Qin Luo was a great benefactor.
Seeing Zhou Yuanhao charge at Qin Luo,