The Netherferry Ship in Qin Luo's hands was too powerful. Ning Ye could not defeat him, nor could he escape.
Fine. He accepted it.
But he had thought of a way to break the deadlock. He had pushed his way to Qin Luo's side, confident that he could defeat Qin Luo. Once he took Qin Luo down, this crisis would naturally be resolved.
At the very least, he could severely wound Qin Luo and make him understand that Ning Ye was not someone to be trifled with.
But now?
He had not even touched a single hair on Qin Luo's head before wave after wave of powerful undead souls surrounded them.
When he had been human, he had never felt so stifled and humiliated.
"Being a ghost is too damn stifling! And they said our Primordial Chaos Ghost Race was destined to destroy the Immortal Realm? Bullshit! Bullshit! Those bastards were absolutely talking nonsense!"
Whenever Ning Ye thought of those so-called prophets from before he became a ghost, he could not help but curse aloud.
"You really don't know what's good for you." Qin Luo looked at Ning Ye and shook his head.
"What meaning is there in your resistance?"
"You can't win, you can't run, and besides..."
With a wave of Qin Luo's hand, the situation facing the First Legion appeared before them.
The First Legion had split its forces to rescue him.
Some of their stronger combatants had already boarded the Netherferry Ship. Ning Ye could tell that the Ghost Emperor Ranks who had come to save him would basically have no chance of escape.
The only ones who might survive were those below.
But Bai Che had already led the Ghost Emperor Ranks of his Ninth Legion into Ning Ye's camp.
Ning Ye could clearly see that