Ghost Seven Asura Emperor gazed at the Central Earth Army, compassion absent in his eyes, saying:
"Yes, Boundary Master."
Ka-ching, ka-ching—
Countless crimson chains danced in the air, obscuring half the battlefield's sky.
This presence could wound the Asura Saint Son with a single strike, let alone the Central Earth Army!
If they were all unleashed, at least half of the Central Earth Army would be casualties.
Jiang Fan's face turned cold: "Old hag, calling you sister was giving you face, wasn't it?"
"Did you really think I'm afraid of you?"
"Ghost Seven Asura Emperor! Retreat!"
He suddenly raised his hand, revealing a gourd hidden within his wide sleeves, freshly charged.
It was the Tai Chu Prison Sky Gourd!
When Ghost Seven Asura Emperor appeared, he began to prepare the Tai Chu Prison Sky Gourd.
However, at the time, the Asura Saint Son was also present.
