I was fine, but Zhang Dongliang and Huang Dao-san exchanged glances, both looking rather surprised.
"Did they get in?" Zhang Dongliang frowned.
"No, but they're close. They've been lingering outside, as if they're gathering their forces?" The Xuan constable looked puzzled.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The Blood Cloud Coffin's drumming struck my eardrums with abrupt force. I hurried outside and saw groups of Xuan constables assembling and advancing toward Little Yi Village.
Zhang Dongliang and Huang Dao-san followed me out as well. We quickly caught up, only to see a group of Xuan constables already holding their weapons and forming a defensive formation.
At the crossroads, a group of red-robed Ghost Kings drifted eerily in place. Along the narrow mountain path leading into Little Yi Village, the Blood Cloud Coffin came swaggering toward us, followed by a long procession of Ghost Kings!
At the edge of the sky, rolling masses of dark clouds blanketed the entire world within our sight. The fierce wind whipped the grass and bamboo into a clattering roar.
Rumble!
Lightning and torrential rain crashed down from the heavens, making all of us tremble!
They were all Ghost Kings. The highest-ranked Xuan constables here were Zhang Dongliang and Huang Dao-san, both Dao Entry cultivators. Could they beat the Blood Cloud Coffin?
My face went pale and then flushed red. I couldn't borrow spiritual power anymore either. In this situation, even escaping with my life would have been hard enough—I wished I had several more legs!
The red funeral procession swaggered along the path from Little Yi Village, sometimes hazy and sometimes clear. I could see the Xuan constables standing at the crossroads trembling. If the heavy rain hadn't hidden it, I suspected half of them would have wet themselves in terror.
How many people had ever seen ferocious