“Why is this happening?”

Despair, suffocating aura enveloped within the sea of fire.

Zhao Jianguo was in pain and remorse, unable to do anything but watch as each ghost handler gathered at headquarters perished in the supernatural flames. Even the top ghost handlers were easily killed in front of Yang Jian, without the slightest ability to resist.

In just less than ten minutes, their group was utterly defeated. Even if Yang Jian were dead now, the headquarters would be a name only, and recovery seemed almost impossible.

“Ah!”

The cries of agony echoed, coming from within the flames. Zhao Jianguo no longer knew which ghost handler had died; he just knew that no one familiar was left by his side — only a few scattered ghost handlers survived, fending off this dreadful blaze.

“We’ve lost, and lost miserably. Zhao Jianguo, Yang Jian’s strength is even more exaggerated than you mentioned. Now, only Li Jun and I survive; everyone else is dead, and even if they’re not, their fate is bleak.”

At this moment, Wang Chaling adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and walked over gravely.

He walked amidst the firelight, with a cold aura spreading around him, keeping the burning Ghost Flame at bay.

“I’m sorry, it’s my fault.” Zhao Jianguo’s voice trembled, his entire being powerless and in despair.

Wang Chaling replied, “It’s too late to say that now. You should report the situation here to headquarters and see if they have any solutions. Preferably, get Old Qin to come here. I’ll be fighting Yang Jian with Li Jun in the coming period, but I doubt we’ll last long.”

“I… understand.” Zhao Jianguo looked at him and, trembling, took out his phone.

“Leuk San, Li Leping, Su Fan, even Ah Hong… they are all dead.”

At this moment, Li Jun retreated from the flames, his expression particularly grim. He survived not because he was strong but because the supernatural here was similar to his own Ghost Flame, allowing him to remain unharmed.

Moreover, Yang Jian seemed to have ignored him, hence not taking any action against him.

“I already figured that out.” Wang Chaling glanced briefly at the burning airport.

The cries had ceased, indicating Yang Jian had finished off the rest, and next up were the few of them.

In the flames, a twisted, shadowy figure suddenly emerged, Yang Jian holding a cracked long spear, his face expressionless, treading over layers of fire as he approached.

“Here he comes.”

Wang Chaling took a deep breath, his body slightly trembling.

Only by truly confronting this person called Yang Jian could one feel the terrifying sense of oppression.

He’s unbelievably strong.

He doesn’t seem like someone from the supernatural circle at all.

“Wang Chaling, you are the most unique among these people here, carrying the three generations of the Wang family curse. I want to see your strength.”

Yang Jian halted his steps, the surrounding Ghost Flame receded, creating a clear space.

The Ghost Flame no longer had any reason to exist.

Wang Chaling was an ordinary person; the Ghost Flame had little impact on him, while Li Jun himself was endowed with Ghost Flame, making it hard to burn him in a short time.

“You seem quite familiar with each of us; has headquarters leaked information? No, some of our files aren’t even known to headquarters. Or do you possess some foresight ability like Xiong Wenwen, code-named Spirit Child?” Wang Chaling cautiously stepped forward a few steps.

Since being targeted by Yang Jian, he couldn’t evade, only face him head-on.

“Speaking to stall for time for Zhao Jianguo to send a distress signal? Such petty tactics won’t work, and you only have one chance to act. You better make it count,” Yang Jian said seriously.

“You’re right; against an opponent of your level, these minor tricks indeed don’t cut it. In that case, please kindly advise.”

Wang Chaling took a deep breath; his gaze suddenly became sharp and even somewhat ferocious, resembling a desperate outlaw.

Action!

Yang Jian’s Ghost Eye suddenly stopped, eerily locking onto Wang Chaling ahead.

Almost instantly, the colors faded from the burning airport, shrouded by a crimson glow. With the moment this red glow appeared, the whole world seemed at a standstill.

Underneath the crimson glow, four terrifying figures emerged around Wang Chaling.

These four figures were black and white, resembling faded portraits, cold and eerie. At this moment, the specters stood surrounding Wang Chaling, hand in hand, shielding him inside. This was why the burning Ghost Flame was kept outside, unable to penetrate.

Not only was the Ghost Flame unable to invade, but even Yang Jian’s Ghost Domain was isolated, placing Wang Chaling in an absolutely safe location.

But the coverage of the six-layer Ghost Domain paused everything, exposing the terrifying specters around him.

“This is…”

Wang Chaling’s pupils suddenly constricted; shielded by his grandparents and parents, he wasn’t impacted by the six-layer Ghost Domain but saw the changes around.

In this world under crimson light, everything was stagnant.

Beside him, Li Jun remained immobile, Zhao Jianguo holding his phone mid-sentence was also frozen, even the nearby flickering flames were static.

If only this were the case, it might’ve been manageable.

But he distinctly saw, in this static world, Yang Jian actually could move, more specifically, that eerie eye was rotating.

Being watched by that eye gave Wang Chaling an intense crisis feeling.

At this moment, he seemed to smell the scent of death.

Wang Chaling screamed hoarsely, “Grandpa, Grandma. Help me block his attacks.”

Being part of the Wang family’s third generation, even if hapless, he knew among the four specters beside him, the ones transformed from his grandparents were the most terrifying.

Inside the six-layer Ghost Domain.

The two black-and-white terrifying elders moved; uninfluenced by Ghost Eye, their cold corpses shifted, appearing almost instantly before Wang Chaling, like two old wooden doors, decrepit yet still capable of blocking wind and rain, deflecting any assault.

At that moment, Granny’s head slightly shook, pierced by a steel pipe from somewhere.

But soon, the pipe rapidly disintegrated into dust, and Granny’s morbid head restored to perfect condition.

Ordinary objects couldn’t impact these specters.

But Wang Chaling was horrified if not for his grandmother deflecting that attack, it would’ve been his head pierced by that pipe.

Within one or two seconds, he narrowly escaped death.

“I see, Wang Chaling’s deceased grandparents not only possess a Ghost Domain but can also negate my six-layer Ghost Domain effects, with a suspected ability to reset themselves.”

Yang Jian’s gaze flickered; just one assault unveiled a lot of information.

“What a pity, Wang Chaling himself is ordinary, too fragile, also using the strongest specter for protection instead of attacking is a grave mistake.”

“There’s only one way—many days as the thief, none for vigilance.”

“Second assault, let’s assess the quality.”

Yang Jian’s gaze was icy; he almost moved the instant the six-layer Ghost Domain disappeared, leaving his spot entirely.

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Yang Jian wielded the cracked long spear, chopping towards Wang Chaling, merely touching it. The spear’s imbalance curse was lethal enough to claim Wang Chaling’s life.

But immediately after.

The two morbid elders vanished from before Wang Chaling, then appeared again, blocking his path, preventing him from killing Wang Chaling; as for Wang Chaling’s parents, they hadn’t reacted under the six-layer Ghost Domain’s influence, unable to protect him.

Would this mere attack with the Firewood Knife be stopped by those specters?

The terrifying elder raised a hand, attempting to halt the attack, yet the Firewood Knife cut through the elder’s arm effortlessly. Despite swiftly regenerating, this misstep placed Wang Chaling in grave danger.

But just at this moment.

Yang Jian’s Ghost Domain unexpectedly was torn open, sunlight glaringly showered down; subsequently, amidst the brightness, a fist swung in, striking Yang Jian’s cracked long spear.

The punch had incredible force.

The spear skewed, slicing past Wang Chaling, heavily landing on the ground.

The attack failed, Yang Jian promptly vanished from his spot.

“I am already the strongest, only seeking an opponent. Are you Yang Jian? Come fight.”

An extremely arrogant voice, yet tinged with a sense of teenage bravado, echoed.

A young man emerged from the shadows, staring at Yang Jian with a provocative gaze.

When he struck the spear, the curse of inevitable death began to spread. His skin turned ashen rapidly but soon returned to normal, only to gray again… three times in succession, the terrifying supernatural power finally dissipated, sparing his life.

“Dahai City’s supernatural forum administrator, Ye Zhen.” Wang Chaling, who survived the ordeal, broke into a cold sweat down his back when he saw Ye Zhen appear, his face suddenly lighting up with joy.

“Ye Zhen, huh?”

Yang Jian’s figure appeared not far away, observing Ye Zhen’s sudden appearance without surprise at his previous actions.

This Ye Zhen indeed could withstand his Ghost Domain below the fifth layer.

However, though Ye Zhen was strong at this stage, his strength was quite limited to Yang Jian.

“It’s good that he appeared; killing one is killing, killing two is still killing, I’ll send you all on your way together.” Yang Jian said coldly.

He had already made a rough assessment of the fierce ghosts beside Wang Chaling.

His attack could easily breach the defense of Wang Chaling’s terrifying ghosts and take Wang Chaling’s life. Yet, if Wang Chaling changed tactics, choosing those two fierce ghosts to attack him, he might face danger, but Wang Chaling would then be exposed under his nose, unable to protect his own life.

Hence, Wang Chaling posed no real threat, similar to He Yiner, bypassing the ghosts around him and swiftly killing him was enough.

“Arrogant, among the supernatural circle, those who hear my name Ye Zhen are terrified…” Ye Zhen said angrily.

However, his words were abruptly cut off.

A menacing gash inexplicably appeared on his neck, and his head slowly slid off, glancing downward only to see a shadow had somehow already hovered over the ground.

The anger on Ye Zhen’s face instantly turned to horror, frantically using the power of the Scapegoat Ghost to transfer such terrifying supernatural attacks to evade this damage.

Once a scapegoat, twice a scapegoat, thrice a scapegoat…

The attack from the Firewood Knife was truly terrifying.

Ye Zhen kept using the Scapegoat ability, the wound on his neck began to heal, but the speed was far less than expected, as the curse of the Firewood Knife still affected him, leaving his body in a temporary state of stiffness.

Meanwhile, Yang Jian had already vanished from his original position.

Ye Zhen sensed danger promptly, shouted at Wang Chaling: “Help me stop him, together we can take him down.”

Wang Chaling hesitated for a moment.

He dared not let his grandparents, who protected him, switch to defend Ye Zhen, what if Yang Jian acted against him?

This hesitation caused him to miss his chance.

In the next moment.

A charred, icy hand directly shattered Ye Zhen’s forehead, piercing through his head.

“Want to kill me? Let’s see who dies first.” Ye Zhen, still alive, roared furiously.

At that moment, Yang Jian’s forehead also appeared with a bloody gash, as if pierced by something, and the wound on his neck became increasingly clear…

Ye Zhen had actually transferred the supernatural attack to Yang Jian.

“Naive.”

Unperturbed, Yang Jian’s charred hand squeezed, erasing Ye Zhen’s consciousness, causing his head to shatter directly on the spot.

Also, the dreadful supernatural power of the Scapegoat Ghost caused Yang Jian’s own head to explode.

The corpse that lost consciousness could no longer use the Scapegoat Ghost’s ability, slowly collapsing to the ground as a cold dead body.

“Is it mutual destruction?” Upon witnessing this scene, Wang Chaling surprisingly breathed a sigh of relief.

With such injuries, Yang Jian surely couldn’t survive.

But in the next moment, the headless Yang Jian abruptly turned to look at him, an eerie eye still uneasily moving.

“Still not dead?” Wang Chaling was instantly horrified.

“Quick, help me kill this person.”

In such circumstances, Wang Chaling surprisingly made the most correct decision, actually wanted his grandparents and parents to abandon protecting him, turning to attack Yang Jian.

Only by killing.

Could the terror of the fierce ghosts be truly unleashed, if only thinking of protection, the fierce ghosts would always be restricted and constrained.

“Matching with Ye Zhen’s Scapegoat Ghost, you actually had a bit of a chance, but it’s too late.” Yang Jian said icily.

Deprived of the protection of the fierce ghosts, Wang Chaling instantly exposed himself within the Ghost Domain.

In an instant, a suddenly appearing ghost hand had strangled Wang Chaling’s neck.

Crack.

Wang Chaling’s neck was snapped, dying immediately on the spot. Yet concurrently, the terrifying fierce ghosts that vanished beside him had already reached Yang Jian.

The two dead-looking old people appeared flanking either side of Yang Jian, almost simultaneously upon Yang Jian’s action, two aging, rigid arms had already grabbed Yang Jian’s arm, ushering an irresistible supernatural assault.

Instantly.

Yang Jian’s body was torn into two halves.

However, Wang Chaling was already dead, Wang Family’s curse ending. The terrifying fierce ghosts that had shredded Yang Jian alive now numbly turned away, ignoring everything around, soon disappearing from sight.

“Finally dead, huh?”

Zhao Jianguo and Li Jun, still alive, stared intently at Yang Jian already torn into halves.

Paid such a heavy price, Wang Chaling finally shared mutual destruction with him.

But was this truly the case?

On the corpse, a ghost eye uneasily moved.

A flash of red light.

Yang Jian reappeared intact at the original spot.

“Not only was the body torn apart, but even one’s own supernatural powers seemed shredded, had to reboot oneself to stand against such harm, those two old ghosts indeed were terrifying.”

Experiencing firsthand the terror of the Wang Family’s old ghosts was indeed a huge gain.

Unfortunately.

Wang Chaling was too weak, a ghost hand, extending by itself, could strangle him to death.

“So can you come back alive again?”

Seeing the intact Yang Jian, Zhao Jianguo displayed a grim and desperate smile.

At the cost of everything, dealing a lethal blow, merely for it all to reset instantly, what meaning did it all have?

Yang Jian could resurrect, yet the headquarters ghost handlers could not.

Looking to encircle such a person?

Indeed too foolish.

“Stop laughing, I’ll send you all on your way now.” Yang Jian slowly said.

Several seconds later.

The headquarters’ joint operation ended in annihilation.

Yang Jian still survived.

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