"Time to pick the fruit. Good, very good."
Qin Luo leaped into the air and shot toward the heavens.
As he flew, Qin Luo asked, "System, what exactly is the plan?"
[System suggestion: After purging the remaining Ghost Race, go all in!]
Qin Luo had to admit, the plan was truly simple.
Just two words: go all in!
Just do it.
Why worry about so much?
Above the heavens, "dumplings" had already begun to rain down. The Ghost Race, serving as those dumplings, wanted only to escape the Ghost World.
At this point in the battle, they had fallen completely into despair.
They could not defend Heaven's Will. All they wanted now was to stay alive.
How long they lived did not matter. Every extra moment alive was another bit of profit...
Facing their escape, Ao Xuan did not order the other ghosts to hunt them down.
Killing Hun You had merely removed the final obstacle standing between him and the Ghost World's Heaven's Will.
The battle was not over yet.
Qin Luo ran headlong into the defeated Ghost Race army.
There were already very few of them left. Aside from Xuan Mo and Ji Li under Qin Luo's command, there were only a handful of Imperial Lord Rank experts. The rest were Emperor Rank, and every one of them was wounded.
Seeing Qin Luo blocking their path, their expressions twisted with ferocity.
"The ghosts of the Nether River want to kill us, and the Human Race from the Immortal Realm wants to stop us too!"
"They just want us dead!"
"Then kill! Kill! Kill!" One of the Ghost Race Imperial Lords completely broke down and charged at Qin Luo. He wanted to perish together with Qin Luo—to die together!
Whoosh! He suddenly accelerated and rushed toward Qin