"Zhou... Zhou the Half-Immortal?" Ruan Qiushui nearly lost her soul when she heard me call out to Grandma. She had heard that name more than once—how many times had Zhou Xuan mentioned it?
"Ha ha..."
Standing between the two opposing armies, Grandma began to laugh in a low voice.
She wore a shroud, and her whole body gave off a faint green glow. With nearly all her hair turned silver, she looked especially eerie in the rainy night.
The torrential rain slanted down, its drops striking people with bone-chilling cold. The red mist of rain carried a gruesome atmosphere. Anyone with even a little common sense could tell that something was wrong with the scene.
Grandma had come out. She had come out of the Blood Cloud Coffin!
Had the government's method worked? Could those two silver briefcases really contain the terrifying trump card the government had developed while biding its time?
But Grandma's appearance was far too terrifying now. With that icy expression and the demonic light radiating from her body, calling her Old Devil Zhou would probably still be an understatement.
My face went pale and my whole body trembled. Ruan Qiushui was the same, but soon she gave an order she would probably consider absolutely correct for the rest of her life: "Sound the retreat! Quickly! Hurry!"
Clang, clang, clang! Clang, clang, clang!
The rapid retreat bells rang throughout Dragon-Carrying Village. The Yin soldiers and ghost generals were baffled, but Grandma could not possibly just stand there without moving!
She silently recited a few words and waved her hand. With a hum, a bizarre black formation appeared on the ground, and its aura suddenly surged upward. A scarlet-red ghost crawled out of the formation.
No one could tell what cultivation level the ghost had. Its entire body