The targets to be killed were naturally the Ghost Race members of the Ghost World before them.
Bai Che could no longer hold on. He now wanted to negotiate peace with Ling Mei and the others.
Ling Mei's advantage kept expanding. Bai Che felt that if peace talks failed, they would have to retreat.
All the while, he did not forget to seek out Mu Hanyan.
"Please, Imperial Lord Mu, help my Ninth Legion. There will certainly be a generous reward in the future!" Bai Che sent Mu Hanyan a voice transmission, but Mu Hanyan ignored him completely.
But after Qin Luo gave the order, Mu Hanyan said to Bai Che, "Xiao Bai, beg me, and I'll make a move."
Bai Che did not hesitate in the slightest. If he delayed any longer, all his subordinates would be killed.
"Please take action, Imperial Lord, and help my Ninth Legion escape this crisis!"
His voice was deafening, resounding through the heavens.
"Fine!"
"This Imperial Lord will lend your Ninth Legion a hand."
"Advance!"
With Mu Hanyan's command, nine Dragon Corpses marched forward in unison, unleashing earth-shaking roars.
Fresh reinforcements joined the battle.
"This woman..." Qin Luo could not help but laugh.
He had given the order, and Mu Hanyan had carried it out, but Bai Che now owed her a favor in the middle of it all.
A favor as great as the heavens—Bai Che had truly incurred a debt.
With the nine Dragon Corpses under Mu Hanyan's command joining the battle, the Ninth Legion's decline was immediately reversed, and the battle fell into a stalemate.
The Prison Emperor was growing anxious.
He was also worried that people from the Immortal Realm would arrive and leave them attacked from both front and rear.
He shouted at Ling Mei, "Ling Mei, now