"Ghost Child, come on, kill him!"
The Ghost Child did not refuse to do that. As a matter of fact, he had already felt Zhou Bao's determination to kill this Earthly Immortal through his words—no matter how many trump cards he would expose or how much it would cost him.
A red gourd emerged from Zhou Bao's body, and then a red thread shot out toward the Torrential Thunder Emperor.
"This is not good!" Noticing that, Chen Chong, who had been watching them fight from a distance, suddenly became serious. He remembered something related to Zhou Bao as he saw that red thread. "That thing is really in his hands!"
"Torrential Thunder Emperor, watch out!"