The terrifying Blood Cloud Coffin was alive in its entirety. Blood clouds writhed across the whole coffin, constantly drifting out a hazy red mist. Little Yi Village had been plunged into a scarlet world.
That damned old bastard Zhou Shan had actually activated such a terrifying thing through a blood sacrifice. And now, I was the one who had to fill the coffin. This world really made no sense.
Beneath Yin-Phoenix Town was a living formation. The town suppressed the Blood Cloud Coffin, yet the coffin was struggling to break free. I had to resolve all these interlinked matters, but now that I was facing the Blood Cloud Coffin, how was I supposed to deal with it? These weren't just a few Ghost Kings—there were hundreds of them!
The night in Little Yi Village was so dark that the stars were invisible. Torrential rain came crashing down, striking the Blood Cloud Coffin and raising waves of steam. My face was pale and bloodless, while the Broken-Tail Horsetail Whisk in my hand trembled nonstop.
Only that blockhead Li Poxiao stood there ramrod straight. His heroic bearing and determination to die fighting left me utterly speechless!
"Li Poxiao! Why aren't you running? There are hundreds of Ghost Kings! You're only one person, you idiot!" I shouted.
Li Poxiao held a sword in one hand and pinched a talisman in the other. Turning his head, he said, "If I run, you'll die. Who will stop the Blood Cloud Coffin?"
"Damn it, you stubborn fool! As long as the green hills remain, there'll be no shortage of firewood! You're possessing my brother Zhang Yuanyi, so this body isn't even yours. What gives you the right to fight to the death with it?" I yanked Li Poxiao along, but the fellow didn't budge an inch.