Master Black Umbrella, wielding his black umbrella, was actually forced back by the opponent, his arm still trembling.
Uncle Yu and I watched in shock.
Clearly, the black-clad Rakshasa Ghost was far stronger than we had imagined.
A Rakshasa Ghost could no longer be measured by the standards of ordinary evil ghosts.
At East Mountain Daoist Temple on South Island, Master had been so imposing that he suppressed Mitaka Kojiro, that Japanese onmyoji, while wearing nothing but slippers.
Yet the black-clad Rakshasa Ghost before us radiated an overwhelmingly powerful pressure.
This was simply an evolved, terrifying existence...
Uncle Yu frowned.
"Damn it, Song Decai can't beat him.
Looks like we'll have to call on Grandmaster Golden Saber..."
Hearing that, I frowned and hurriedly said,
"Uncle Yu, you've already lost so much weight. If you summon Golden Saber again, your body won't be able to take it!
I think we should rely on the Four Fiends Bell Formation and have Master retreat quickly.
We should avoid his edge for now. As long as his lair is here, we'll have plenty of time to kill him..."
Uncle Yu found that reasonable as well.
This situation did not have to become a fight to the death. As long as Green Mountain remained, there would be no shortage of firewood.
Uncle Yu nodded and immediately shouted at Master,
"Idiot, pull back! We'll come back and deal with this bastard later..."
At that moment, Master clashed head-on with the black-clad Rakshasa Ghost again.
Amid the spreading orange flames, Master raised the black umbrella to block while his iron hook shot straight for the other's throat.
But those pair of merciless iron hands were impervious to blades and weapons, forcibly blocking the hook.
Then the creature kicked out.
With a bang, it struck the black umbrella.