"What if I choose neither?" Ning Ye looked at the Ghost Emperor Rank experts already closing in around him, his expression turning exceptionally grim.
One against two, three, even five—he could handle that. But eight or ten? That was too much.
More than twenty?
And there were even more powerful shadows flickering in and out of sight. A pall of gloom completely descended over his heart.
Today, he might truly have no chance of survival.
He looked at Bai Che and asked coldly, "Bai Che, do you even know what you are doing?"
"Do you still remember what your mission is? Do you know why you became a member of the Ghost Race?"
"I do. My mission in becoming part of the Ghost Race is to destroy the Immortal Realm," Bai Che replied.
"And I have always been doing exactly that."
"Only by following the Master is it possible to destroy the Immortal Realm. Otherwise..."
The scene Zhou Yuanhao had created earlier surfaced in Bai Che's mind, and his expression became extremely solemn.
"If we do not follow the Master, then there is only one road left for us—the road of being destroyed by the Immortal Realm."
"I am not lying to you about that."
With a wave of his hand, Bai Che extracted an image from his memories and sent it before Ning Ye.
Ning Ye had not expected Bai Che to answer this way. He fell silent, then opened the image Bai Che had given him.
Upon seeing everything within it, he fell silent...
The Immortal Realm, expanding its territory? Expanding all the way into their Primordial Ghost Domain? This was no longer merely outrageous—it was absurd, utterly absurd.
"Bai Che, do you think I would believe that?" Ning Ye turned to Bai Che and asked.
"Believe it