Isabelle Frost's arms hung limply at her sides. She glared at John Chou with gritted teeth, but was held tightly by him, unable to move.
Emperor God clutched his chest, his face twisted in pain as he pointed at John Chou.
"You... How is this possible? With such weak power, how could you..."
Emperor God kept coughing up mouthfuls of blood. My heart jolted—could it be Bloodbane Power?
But John Chou's power was still suppressed by the Sanzu Force—he shouldn't be able to use Bloodbane Power. Yet the things he could do had long surpassed my understanding.
John Chou was laughing wildly. He slowly widened the distance between himself and Emperor God, then stared at Isabelle Frost in silence.
"Why... are you here?"
"There may be things in this world you still don't know. As the ruler of the old Hell, your strength is indeed unparalleled. But absolute power is never truly absolute. Have you never heard that 'extremes breed reversal'?"
As soon as John Chou finished speaking, Emperor God seemed to sense something. With a ripping sound, he plunged his hand into his own chest and dragged out a mass of blood-red substance. Then, with a crack, it exploded in his palm.
"So that's it? You actually injected your ghost aura into my body, causing my power to go haywire. Heh, impressive, young man. In the Ghost Dao of the living world, you truly are a figure worthy of respect."
Emperor God walked slowly toward John Chou, his entire body radiating waves of golden light.
"Are you here to fight? What's your purpose for coming here?"
John Chou shook his head.
"Even if I defeat you, nothing will change. I, John Chou, would never do something so pointless. I only came here to warn my foolish little sister."
Isabelle Frost began to struggle again, but soon she started coughing violently. John Chou watched her with a smirk.
"You still fall for such simple tricks, just like before. You focus only on appearances. If you can't overcome such small obstacles, you'll never be able to bury me, foolish sister."
In an instant, John Chou released her and, with a swoosh, flashed to James Grant's side.
"Take me back first."
James Grant stared blankly at John Chou. Isabelle Frost's body swayed, but she hovered in the air, panting and glaring at John Chou.
"You..."