After Prison Emperor finished all this, he began fighting for his life. Even if he died, he would make Qin Luo and the others pay the price.
As he went all out, his cultivation soared in a straight line, and his combat power reached the Imperial Lord Rank.
"This is bad, stop him!" Bai Che's expression changed drastically. He had not expected Prison Emperor to have such a move, capable of raising his realm by so much.
A phantom of a prison appeared behind Prison Emperor. The prison under his control crossed the boundary barriers between realms and poured all its energy into him.
Qin Luo merely watched this scene coldly, with no intention of helping Bai Che and the others.
Without facing life and death, how could they be worthy of making a living under him?
In war, death was perfectly normal. Besides, those dying might not necessarily be people—they could be ghosts.
"Don't worry. He only has the strength for one strike; just withstand it." Mu Hanyan, who was calmly fighting another Ghost Emperor Rank expert nearby, glanced at Prison Emperor's battle group and reminded Bai Che and the others.
One strike—it sounded easy enough, but Bai Che's expression was extremely grim.
He knew all too well how terrifying an Imperial Lord was. He might not even be able to withstand a single strike.
Seeing Prison Emperor's desperate stance, Ling Mei already knew that they had no hope of getting out.
At her peak, she too could unleash combat power at the Imperial Lord Rank, but that required borrowing the Netherferry Ship's power.
Now that the Netherferry Ship was in Qin Luo's hands, her combat power was at most comparable to High Emperor Rank.
She glanced at the coldly observing Qin Luo and let out a long sigh