"Can't see it anymore? How could you not see it?" Zhang Yuanqing frowned.
Cloud Dream, Love of Summer Trees, and the others beside him immediately turned grave. They withdrew their gazes from the palace gates and turned to Yin Ji.
"It suddenly disappeared," Yin Ji said softly. Then she urgently repeated to Red Chicken Bro, "Come back."
Suddenly disappeared... Zhang Yuanqing's heart tightened. There were only two possible explanations. One was that what Yin Ji had seen through her Spirit Servant had been an illusion, and it had now been dispelled.
The other was that the boss, Little Emperor, possessed Night Wanderer abilities.
Ordinarily, yin corpses could not possess active skills. But Little Emperor had been refined by ancient cultivators using an array, making it completely different from the yin corpses of Night Wanderers.
It could not be judged by the same standards. He had seen a similar case before.
—Princess Yinyao.
If it was a yin corpse that possessed active skills, then this would be troublesome.
Meanwhile, outside the palace gates, Red Chicken Bro was holding a backpack and preparing to set up explosives when he heard Yin Ji call out to him.
Without a second thought, he decisively put away the backpack. But before he could return to his teammates, he caught sight of a string of wet footprints from the corner of his eye. They emerged from inside the palace, crossed the stone path, reached the gate, and stopped in front of him.
What is that? Red Chicken Bro's pupils shrank. He gave up thinking altogether and relied on a Fire Master's combat instincts and sense of danger to react.
He bent his knees, lowered his back and waist, like a sprinter poised at the starting line.
With a hiss, crimson flames burst from his palm and