"Heh, old man, I'm getting on in years. It's a young person's world now. As for me, it's enough to show off every now and then."
As Mr. Brown spoke, Old Nine burst out laughing.
"If you go all out, we Ghost Wardens might be able to protect ourselves, but the people inside would be doomed."
I remembered that when those black chains appeared just now, I immediately started bleeding. At this moment, Rachel Lan beside me still had some dried blood on her face. I quickly reached out to wipe it off for her.
"Ethan, you must be hungry. Let's go back and get something to eat."
Rachel Lan was right—I was indeed hungry. Meanwhile, Hugh Thompson hadn't eaten anything yet. His gaze never left the battlefield, and he kept jotting notes in his little notebook.
"Hugh, you look exhausted. Take a break for a while."
But Hugh Thompson just grinned excitedly.
"I can't look away for a second. All of this is valuable data. As for the ghosts, I'll record every detail. After all, chances like this don't come every day."
"Ethan, I'm heading back for a bit—I'll bring some food over."
I nodded, and Justin Huang went along too. My gaze followed the scene—Yuna Ji had already reached the middle of the field.
"It's a bit tiring, so let me handle it. You stay put for now."
Lao Chongyuan spoke, patting Ghost Fiend Star on the shoulder, then walked over.
"Oh? You want to fight me? Heh heh."
Yuna Ji laughed.
"Yuna Ji, show them what you're made of."
Mona Ouyang shouted, gritting her teeth, clearly furious.
Ghost Fiend Star, who had been restless and eager to charge, suddenly sat quietly on the ground. Behind him, Ghost Grandpa swung his fist, massaging Ghost Fiend Star's shoulders.
"Heh, it's been years since we last met, hasn't it? Back then, you really knew how to keep your cool!"
Yuna Ji said, and Lao Chongyuan smiled.
"That's true. If we'd acted out of impulse and fought you head-on back then, with only thirteen of us and our ranks incomplete, we would never have been a match for your seven Ghost Sovereigns. We had to settle for second best, or else, after all these years, the Immortality Society would have long vanished into the dust of history."
Lao Chongyuan stepped closer to Yuna Ji, stopping about twenty meters away.
"Surprising—you really do get it. Your leader back then died horribly, you know. John Chou took him out. That scene... tsk tsk..."
Yuna Ji continued in a provocative tone, but Lao Chongyuan was almost unaffected. Instead, he smiled.
"Indeed, you don't need to say it—we know. Xu Fu suffered a crushing defeat, far beyond our expectations. Since we've already failed, all we can do is start over. We're already deep in the mire of immortality, so we have no choice but to keep sinking."
"Heh, the Dark Banquet is quite fun, you know? Have you heard about it?"
Yuna Ji giggled again. Her words seemed to pique the interest of Ghost Fiend Star and Lao Chongyuan—they stared at her.
"Oh, Yuna Ji, you've been there? I'd love to hear the details."
"Enough talk. If you defeat me, I'll tell you what the Dark Banquet really is."
As Yuna Ji spoke, a sudden green glow enveloped her body. Gradually, she clasped her right hand with her left, stretching her arms forward.