Purple lightning tore through the sky, pursuing Ghost Suanni.
Fast as Ghost Suanni was, he could not outrun lightning.
In desperation, he activated his black Funeral Banner. It expanded to a hundred feet across, shielding his head like an enormous black shield.
Rumble!
Deafening thunder rang out.
Like punishment descending from heaven, the purple lightning slammed into the black Funeral Banner.
Sheltered beneath the black Funeral Banner, Ghost Suanni barely withstood the Purple Palace Divine Thunder. But the tremendous energy carried by the divine thunder severely disrupted his escape technique, sharply reducing his speed.
The three fourth-tier silver wolves seized the opportunity to surround him.
"Yinshuo, you and I cannot live beneath the same sky!" Ghost Suanni threw back his head and roared.
How closely this scene resembled what had happened in the Gold-Eating Ant nest.
As he roared, Ghost Suanni glanced in Song Wen's direction.
Song Wen had been frozen solid by the icy breath spewed by the wolf king, Xiaotian. He fell to the foot of the Sacred Mountain and shattered into pieces.
Yet the sight brought Ghost Suanni no joy.
He knew perfectly well that Song Wen had escaped using a Death-Substitute Puppet.
The wolf king, however, seemed not to have noticed. He turned and charged toward Ghost Suanni.
Four hundred li away.
Song Wen glanced at Ghost Suanni, now surrounded by silver wolves, then turned and left.
At the same time, doubts stirred in his mind.
Ever since he had used the Blood Escape Technique to leave the rock crevice where he had hidden with Mi He, he had not seen her again.
It was as though she had given up on stealing the thousand-year-old rainbow garment grass.
Or was a single stalk of thousand-year-old rainbow garment grass enough for her?
Though puzzled, Song Wen