This was what nearly drove Yang Chen to despair.
If it were just the Tianhe Ghost Lord alone, it would be fine. But now, in all directions, ghost creatures were surrounding him. With just a sweep of his eyes, he saw at least seven Realmless powerhouses coming from different directions.
If they all joined forces, he would undoubtedly perish, and even his spacetime Dao intent would be of no use.
Yang Chen grew increasingly anxious.
What were the humans from the north doing?
What happened to the promised support?
His anger burned.
He arrived at the battlefield area, and they didn't start the war in advance to cover him. Now, when he shouted out, they still held back their forces?
Yang Chen felt as if he was on fire, without much choice left. Now, he could only risk it all and gamble one more time!
How to gamble?
Before being completely surrounded, he had to use all the power of his spacetime Dao intent for a great spatial transfer.
