Under the night sky, Quan Chanyu's clothes had been beaten tight against her body by the rain, and the gray-robed man fighting her was the same. Neither of them paid the rain any heed as they battled fiercely with spells.
Quan Chanyu's expression was cold and harsh. She was still in her demonic state, so in the Yin-Yang Eyes, her strength was about equal to that of the gray-robed man. However, she had suffered some damage while fighting Senior Mu Fengbai earlier, and now she was retreating more than advancing.
"Hand over the treasure. If we keep fighting, you'll be the one who suffers. This thing originally belonged to our Arcane Sect—why insist on snatching food from the tiger's mouth?" Frost showed on the gray-robed man's ashen face. He showed not the slightest mercy despite fighting a woman.
Grandma and I exchanged a glance. I said, "She's Quan Chanyu. She obtained a treasure from Yinfeng Town, and it may be related to the Yinfeng Coffin. The Arcane Sect was the sect that broke through Grandma's stone formation. They also have their eyes on the Yinfeng Coffin." Damn it.
It was no wonder the Arcane Sect hated Quan Chanyu. Both of them were extremely fast; they had probably chased each other from Yinfeng Town to Little Yi Village.
"The victor is still unknown!" Quan Chanyu shouted. The tentacles behind her, resembling an octopus's limbs, lunged forward, tangling with the Arcane Sect's man in a chaotic battle.
The Arcane Sect's man was formidable. He held a horsetail whisk, whose strands glimmered faintly in his hand. Whenever it struck the tentacles, they shrank back as if startled. It was quite impressive.
Grandma focused and thought for a moment, then extended her hand and casually pinched her fingers several times. "This little girl is