There was a trace of reason and something secretive in Red Ning's eyes.
"Otherwise, with his strength, there's no way I'd still be standing here."
Ghost Douluo sucked in a sharp breath.
"So this Soul Master Empire you planned, and even bringing the Ghost Coffin here today, were all deliberately arranged by him?!"
"Yes and no."
Red Ning offered no further explanation. She simply turned her head toward Ghost Douluo.
"Enough talk. It's almost time. Get into the Ghost Coffin."
Though Ghost Douluo felt a chill of dread, he knew he had no way out.
He gritted his teeth, set down the Ghost Coffin, and lay straight inside.
The instant he lay down, an eerie, icy sensation enveloped his entire body.
Just as the coffin lid was about to close.
Red Ning's fingers stirred slightly, and a hair as fine as red silk drifted silently into the coffin.
Bang!
The coffin lid slammed tightly shut.
Without a moment's hesitation, Red Ning raised her pale palm and gave it a fierce shove.
The heavy black Ghost Coffin plunged from the building dozens of meters above the ground, hurtling straight toward the red Ghost Domain locked in a standoff below!
Yet the Ghost Coffin never struck the ground.
The instant it entered that ten-meter expanse of red light, the reboot forces of two eighth-layer Ghost Domains forcibly froze it in midair!
As the Ghost Coffin entered, the Ghost Messenger, which had been standing at the edge, seemed to suddenly sense something.
Without any hesitation, it took stiff steps straight into the distorted red Ghost Domain!
The moment it entered.
The Ghost Messenger immediately clashed violently with the eighth-layer Ghost Domains of the real and fake Yang Jian!
The red light tried to rewind the Ghost Messenger, while the Ghost Messenger tried to