Zhou Shan nearly spat up a mouthful of old blood. The strength these Ghost Emperors had expended was beyond counting. Once the three ghosts appeared, even someone in the late stage of Enlightenment would not dare underestimate them, yet one had actually been slain. Meanwhile, the opposing ghost was still consolidating her mid-stage Enlightenment cultivation. The defeat had already taken shape, and the escape procedure was about to begin.
"Dayi, so this is a relic of the Daoist Sect. It's this little ghost, huh? Heh heh. I actually overlooked her. Still, raising a ghost whose strength surpasses your own cultivation... Next time, will you still be able to protect her?" Zhou Shan sneered at the berserk Xijun, his face dark as he chanted a spell!
But this time, the spell Zhou Shan chanted was not the Three Ghosts spell, but the higher-level Swift Ghost spell: "Swiftly return home as if riding clouds, wandering souls fly coffins through Heaven and Earth. Ghost Dao! Heavenly Coffin Swift Travel!"
I was furious. I had not even obtained the Blood Cloud Coffin yet—how could I let him escape first? "Xijun! Stop him!"
"Ha..." Xijun let out a long breath. As if she had not heard me, she slowly turned her head toward me. Then her purple eyes shifted to Zhou Shan. "Leave the Blood Cloud Coffin! I want to save Mama! If you won't, die!"
The moment the word "die" left her mouth, the killing intent around Xijun surged forth like something tangible. Waves of golden aura rolled out one after another. Zhou Shan's face went cold, turning completely pale.
"Hmph! Little ghost, don't get too arrogant! I have plenty of ways to deal with you!" Zhou Shan roared.
Rumble!
At that moment, Grandma's ultimate technique and mine crashed into each other. I gathered