Zhou Yuanhao never fought a battle without preparation. Suicide? He had considered it. He could die, and so could the Ghost Race.
The range swallowed by his Dao Yan Tower was not large.
The Dao Yan Tower had already completely absorbed this small patch of the Ghost Domain into the world within the Dao Yan Tower.
At this moment, this place could also be called the Dao Yan Realm—Zhou Yuanhao's Dao Yan Realm.
Just as Qin Luo did within the Divine Ruins, Zhou Yuanhao possessed absolute control within this region.
He was Heaven's Will!
Of the twenty Ghost Race Imperial Lords, more than a dozen had been enveloped within this region.
In an instant, the expressions of those dozen or so Ghost Emperors changed completely.
An overwhelming terror surged up from the depths of their hearts.
To them, Zhou Yuanhao was no longer a person, but Heaven! The Heaven of Heaven's Will!
If Heaven's Will were a person, and attacked them without restraint, how could they possibly withstand it?
"Good heavens, was he really this fierce?" Qin Luo's surprised voice rang beside Xu Zhihan's ear.
"He held it in for so many years, only to unleash something this huge?"
"Interesting. Very interesting."
Qin Luo's heart itched with impatience. He felt that it was time for him to make a move.
Zhou Yuanhao was simply too reliable.
"Mu Hanyan, Lin Tianwei."
"You two get ready. Come out with me."
When the snipe and clam fought, he, the fisherman, had to reap the profit.
Zhou Yuanhao's group was outside the Ghost World, and Qin Luo's group was outside the Ghost World as well. Qin Luo had merely hidden himself more deeply.
Qin Luo could pinpoint all the locations of Xu Zhihan, Cang Yu, Xuan Mo, Ji Li, and the others.
Xuan Mo