Since he had joined, apart from seeing her act once on the day they landed, the woman had barely spoken.
She always sat in the passenger seat or on the roof, the Black Gold Ancient Saber resting across her knees. Those eyes looked at everything as though looking at strangers.
He needed only three words to describe her, and they said more than thirty sentences from anyone else.
Cold. Dashing. Wild.
That was Qi Peiliang's entire impression of Wang Ying.
Then Cao Xianming's voice rang out as well.
"Let's go take a look first.
As long as Wang Ying can see that Eerie...
She can give it a slash and see what that thing is made of.
If we can handle it, we fight. If we can't, we run.
If we run now, what if that three-day detour isn't safe either?
Then we'll be trapped between advancing and retreating, in an even worse position."
He had barely finished when someone in the convoy screamed.
"Look over there... that cloud!"
Everyone jerked their heads up.
A vast bank of dark clouds had suddenly appeared out of nowhere in a sky that had been clear for miles, with barely a cloud in sight.
Its shape was utterly unnatural, its edges as neat as knife-cut tofu. It was black as ink and churned at an absurd speed.
It was bearing straight down on the convoy.
Qi Peiliang's voice exploded over the radio. This time, he was practically roaring.
"Oh no... that Eerie is closing in!
The distance is down to sixty kilometers...
Fifty kilometers...
It's still speeding up!
It's charging straight at us!"
Fifty kilometers shrank by more than ten in the blink of an eye. That was nothing like the speed at which dark clouds could move.
It was a vicious ghost