The expressions of the two Demon Race Imperial Lords had turned ugly beyond measure.
With the appearance of three Ghost Emperors, the enemy's Imperial Lord-level combat power had already accumulated to five.
They could barely handle two; how were they supposed to fight five now?
One of the Demon Race Imperial Lords regretted his decision bitterly at this moment.
"Had I known this, I never should have come."
But there was no medicine for regret in this world. It was too late for regret now.
They could only grit their teeth and fight the Ghost Race.
They had already tried to flee, but with those two Ghost Emperors delaying them, they could not escape.
So, they could only fight them to the death.
"Fight them! If we can hold out long enough, Zhou Yuanhao might come help us!"
Zhou Yuanhao had said that he had already arrived outside the Ghost World and was preparing to break through its barrier to enter.
But was what Zhou Yuanhao said true or false? They did not know either.
They could not abandon their hopes, but they still had to fight.
Behind Ling Mei and the others stood Qin Luo, Mu Hanyan, and the rest.
As Qin Luo looked at the four Imperial Lords, his eyes burned with fervor.
There were two more than the previous three, and Cang Yu from before could only be counted as half a teammate.
With more people involved, accidents were more likely to happen.
So Qin Luo decisively contacted the System.
"System, I want absolute certainty. I want all four of them taken down!"
``` [System prompt: Absolute certainty is no longer possible. The situation is about to exceed the host's control.]
[System suggestion: The host can reveal part of his strength, leaving room for the Ghost World