As the saying went, when a master had business, his disciples did the work; when a boss had business, his employees naturally did the work. Before the spell had even been fully cast, Luo Qian tossed out the three little dragons and two Golden-Armored Automatons all at once.
Sean had prepared the black crystal sphere long ago, pouring untold effort into it. Its power was naturally extraordinary. He had pinned great hopes on the creature it would summon and had deliberately left a tiny loophole in the Anti-Magic Curse so the summoning could be completed. But he had never expected Luo Qian to bring out five fighters before his own summoned creature even appeared! None of the five looked easy to handle, and Sean was already making other plans.
Luo Qian floated leisurely in the sky, secretly delighted. Fighting personally really isn't my strong suit. If there's an easier way to settle things, why look for a harder one? Though he now possessed the strength of the Lower Ninth Rank, he would certainly lose to an Immortal of the same rank, someone like Lu Kuangtao. The reason was simple: Luo Qian did not know a single ninth-rank spell! He could only rely on Magic Treasures, and if he wanted to fight directly, he had to use his fists. Punching the Iron-Arm Giant Ape to death had been his only option. He, too, wished he could move a finger or breathe out and have it collapse on its own. But casting a first-rank spell with ninth-rank strength would bring no danger—and no great surprise, either. He might as well use his body's strength outright.
Devil King Sean had offered countless sacrifices to obtain this black crystal sphere from the Dark Abyss, allowing him to summon a powerful helper in a moment