"Where are you going, Yi?" Zhou Shan said. As soon as he finished speaking, the Blood Cloud Coffin in his hand was summoned, and at that moment, the blue-green Grandma immediately flew out.
Beside him, the terrifying Blood Cloud Coffin glowed crimson in the dark night, dyeing the entire area around it red.
Large numbers of Ghost Kings also began appearing in the funeral procession. The sight made me thoroughly uneasy. I had no idea how much of the Blood Cloud Coffin's strength had recovered now that it had broken free of Grandma's curse.
I estimated it probably hadn't reached the semi-immortal level. If it truly had, it would be difficult to deal with. But even at its weakest, it was probably still somewhat stronger than Wang Yan.
Although Wang Yan had also reached the late Ghost King stage, she was still a little behind the Great Blood Cloud Coffin. Moreover, her main soul wasn't as powerful as "Grandma's," so she would suffer in a fight.
"Li Junmin, lead the army away first! Avoid the Blood Cloud Coffin on the way." I ordered the army to continue marching while I and my household ghosts held Zhou Shan back.
"Oh? Your wings have hardened. You've even reached the late Dao Entry stage, and you really plan to fight your great-uncle to the bitter end?" Zhou Shan smiled at me like he was dealing with a child. He seemed somewhat disdainful of my late-stage strength. When I ignored him, he tried to persuade me. "Think about how powerful your grandma was. Although you've raised your strength to the late stage, the Blood Cloud Coffin's main soul is also at the late stage, and it possesses all of your grandma's strength from back then. Do you think you can defeat your grandma in