Qin Luo naturally wanted a swift battle, and there was only one option: cheat.
Before he could cheat, however, the formation unexpectedly opened a small gate.
A fully armed middle-aged man squeezed in from outside the formation.
"Friends of Primordial Chaos, I am Su Tianming. Some of you may perhaps remember me."
As he walked toward the Netherferry Ship, he spoke.
"I came here to answer your questions."
"Su Tianming?" Su Li's gaze instantly turned razor-sharp. How could she fail to recognize a comrade who had once fought alongside her?
"Su Tianming?" Bai Che let out a cold laugh and looked at him. "Do you still remember Bai Che?"
He and Su Tianming had once shared an unbreakable friendship and fought shoulder to shoulder many times. How could he possibly forget Su Tianming?
Su Tianming looked at Bai Che with a complicated expression, faintly able to see traces of the Bai Che from back then.
"Bai Che, I never thought we would have a chance to meet again," he said with a sigh.
"Heh..." Bai Che sneered repeatedly.
"Isn't all of this thanks to you? If not for your scheme, we would not have become Ghost Race members. Perhaps we would not have lived again in another way, nor met you all once more, would we?"
Bai Che's tone dripped with mockery.
Knowing that his transformation into a Ghost Race member might have been part of Primordial Chaos's conspiracy had shattered Bai Che's defenses somewhat.
Primordial Chaos had perished. He had turned himself into a Ghost Race member for Primordial Chaos, and avenging Primordial Chaos had become his mission.
As for whether there were still Primordial Chaos Remnants alive, that was not important. If they had survived, that was their own ability.
But now, the Tenth Legion of Primordial Chaos