I was hiding in the village and became the Grandmaster of all things!

"Okay, then I'll leave this to you, Xiao Yaoer." Lin Ruo smiled faintly when she heard that, and then she waved her sleeves lightly. The Cold Shadow Sword, which was floating in the night sky like a ghost, flashing with a cold blue light, was as if pulled by an invisible hand. With a whoosh, it returned to her hand, making a crisp and long echo.

She nodded, then turned around, like a fallen leaf in the night wind, floating lightly and quickly in the direction of Dulang and others, leaving behind an elusive back.

But outside the golden light shield, the atmosphere seemed extremely solemn.

The old man, now tightly gripping a black longsword, a blood-red light blazed from the blade like the flames of hell, seemingly capable of devouring all light. The tip of the sword, like the tongue of a venomous snake, pressed straight and firmly against the light shield, emitting a sizzling sound, as if two forces were silently battling each other.

However, the seemingly fragile light shield was like a solid wall. No matter how the blood-red sword raged, it did not move at all, not even a ripple was caused.

The old man's face became even uglier because of this sudden feeling of frustration. Fine beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead, and his eyes flashed with unwillingness and anger.

Only now did he realize that the power hidden in this light shield was definitely not something he could shake by himself. This made him feel an unprecedented sense of crisis, as if the weight of the entire world was pressing on his shoulders, making him feel unwell.

The air around seemed to freeze, and only the slight sound of the blood-red sword coming into contact with the light shield seemed particularly harsh in the silent night.

The old man took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil.

In the end, you still have to use your family's treasures.

The thought fell.

He retracted the black sword, and his figure suddenly climbed high and stopped above the night sky.

Not far away, the children of the noble families on the flying boat also began to move. Their figures leaped down like monkeys and fell towards Dulang and others.

This is the order from the heads of those families. Since they can't break this turtle shell, they have to capture those guys and take them as hostages.

Xiao Yaoer on the city wall also saw this scene. She turned around and shouted to Xiaobai who was standing blankly below.

The next moment, Xiaobai's body changed. The huge white wings spread out again. The wings flapped, dust rose all over the sky, and the white figure took off into the air and flew out of the castle.

A white curved horn protrudes from the top of the little white head.

A hint of thunder was flashing above the corner.

Xiaobai's appearance immediately changed the situation on the battlefield.

Those originally arrogant children from noble families seemed to suddenly lose all their sharpness and confidence in the face of Xiaobai's domineering aura. They became timid and could no longer pose a threat.

"Hmph, next, it's my turn to deal with that old guy."

A sly smile appeared on Xiao Yaoer's lips, and her eyes flashed with cunning and intelligence.

She was thinking about sleeping! After all, her dad always told her that sleeping too late would affect her height, and she didn't want to miss every minute of her growth.

The thought fell.

Her hands seemed to be pulled by an invisible force. Unbeknownst to her, five colorful flags had quietly appeared in her palms, like the brightest stars in the night sky, emitting a mysterious and ancient glow.

Each of these five flags represents a different color: red like flames, orange like warm sunshine, yellow like golden autumn, green like emerald bamboo, and blue like the deep sea. They dance gently between Xiao Yao'er's slender fingers, interweaving into gorgeous patterns, and the air is filled with an ancient and solemn atmosphere.

In the night sky, a full moon was obscured by the old man, and his figure outlined a deep contour at the edge of the moonlight, as if he was a ghost traveling from ancient times.

As the old man slowly raised his hand, a huge and ancient portal gradually emerged behind him. It was both illusory and real, like the edge where dreams and reality intertwine, inspiring endless imagination.

The gate had a bronze luster, and the years had left mottled marks on it. In the very center of the gate, three large characters "Ghost Gate" were clearly visible. The handwriting was vigorous and powerful, as if containing endless majesty and terror.

The old man actually dared to use the legendary Ghost Gate as his own Dharma image. This courage and arrogance made people wonder how much rare merit he had accumulated in the world to be able to bear such a heavy burden.

"Five-Direction Demon-Slaying Formation..."

Xiao Yaoer's voice was cold and firm, like a clear spring in the cold wind, penetrating the silence of the night.

As she finished speaking, she waved her hands, and the five colorful flags seemed to be given life. They broke away from her palms and turned into five streams of light, cutting through the night sky and rushing towards the five directions of east, south, west, north and center. Finally, they hovered in mid-air, and there was a faint light connecting them, forming a huge five-element formation diagram, covering the entire world.

"Rumble..."

The night was as dark as ink, the stars were hidden, and a roar that seemed to come from ancient times suddenly exploded in the silent night sky, shaking every inch of the air, and even the faint light of the stars seemed to tremble.

The legendary Ghost Gate behind him slowly cracked open a tiny crack in the dim light and shadow, as if the door to another world was gently pushed open.

The thunderous vibration sound resounded throughout the night. The violent vibration sound carried an indescribable gloom and solemnity. It rolled through everyone's heart like thunder, making the whole night tremble.

The space seemed to be torn apart by this force, rippling out circles of ripples that were difficult to capture with the naked eye, like a calm lake being torn apart by a huge rock, causing waves to surge.

Everyone looked up involuntarily, their gazes piercing through the layers of night and fixed on the ancient and mysterious gate of hell.

As the gap in the door gradually widened, a cold air quietly spread out, freezing every inch of the air around it.

Immediately afterwards, teams of soldiers in tattered armor slowly walked out of the unknown abyss, as if they had crossed thousands of years of time. Their steps were in perfect unison, yet there was a dead silence that did not belong to this world.

Some of these soldiers rode war horses wearing heavy armor. The sound of horse hooves was dull and powerful, and every step stepped on everyone's heartstrings.

Some held broken spears and lances. Although those weapons were broken and tattered, they still emitted a cold light, as if they had witnessed the glory and sadness of countless battlefields.

Their faces are blurred and their eyes are empty, as if they are just zombies driven by some force, but they carry a majesty and power that cannot be underestimated.

"The Yin soldiers borrowed the road..."