The second evil ghost enshrined by Japan's Nine Chrysanthemum Sect, Gloomy Nine Thunder Princess, appeared.
The powerful arcs of electricity made our hearts tremble with fear.
Mao Jing raised his brows and held his longsword as he said,
"She says we intruded into her dojo and wants us all to die here!"
Zhang Yuchen looked disdainful.
"Ou Doudou, no matter how strong her Thunder Method is, can it be stronger than Sister Yu?"
Senior Brother looked utterly puzzled.
"Damn it, she's an undead spirit like us. How can she use violet lightning?"
"Senior Brother, Junior Brother, fall back first. The enemy's Thunder Method is too powerful."
Second Senior Sister spoke up as well.
"..."
Even from more than ten meters away, we could feel the power of that lightning. It truly was terrifying.
But Pan Ling saw the key issue.
"It's that piece of jade. She has some sort of connection with it—or rather, the power she releases uses that jade as a medium!"
Only after Pan Ling spoke did everyone understand.
That was what I thought. How could an undead spirit use violet lightning? It wasn't as if she were one of those legendary Ghost Immortals who had attained the Great Dao.
As we retreated, Xiao Yu had already opened the Black Umbrella.
Runes flickered across the Black Umbrella, and she exuded an ethereal, immortal-like aura.
Neither startled nor pleased, she merely stared coldly at Gloomy Nine Thunder Princess, who held a mourning staff crackling with purple arcs of electricity.
"You think a scrap from a Purple Luminary Crystal can give you enough power to attack me? How laughable."
Her voice was not loud, yet it echoed throughout the entire place.
When we heard that from behind her, our hearts all jolted.
A scrap from a Purple Luminary Crystal?