Ao Xuan knew he had been driven into a dead end. He had no other choice, no way out.
He could only risk his life.
He had once been very strong, a Quasi-Heaven Tier powerhouse. But what about now?
Trapped within the formation, he had paid an enormous price just to break free. After his recent battle with Qin Luo, even with the Nether River supporting him, his Origin Essence was nearly burned out.
And now Qin Luo thought far too highly of him, sending so many Imperial Lord Rank powerhouses to besiege him alone.
There was absolutely no martial honor in this.
"How about we talk?" Ao Xuan caved. He had no choice but to cave.
Things had been too hard for him.
Qin Luo turned a deaf ear to his request for peace. In his eyes, there was only this Nether River.
The Immortal Realm's Heaven's Will, the Ghost World's Heaven's Will, and the Nether River—these were the three strongest nonhuman entities in this world in Qin Luo's eyes.
Of them, the Immortal Realm's Heaven's Will counted as half of one.
The Nether River was the weakest among them.
Only with the support of Ao Xuan, a Quasi-Heaven Tier powerhouse, did the Nether River have a chance to contend with the Ghost World's Heaven's Will.
Qin Luo's contribution to this could not be overlooked either. If he had not depleted most of the Ghost Race's fighting strength, Ao Xuan would never have been able to defeat the Ghost World's Heaven's Will so quickly.
Strictly speaking, the Nether River still owed Chen Fan something.
And since it owed a debt, it should repay it!
With an entire Nether River.
Qin Luo had no intention of negotiating at all. Ao Xuan finally could not endure any longer and let out