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In the ghost realm, Yang looked utterly unlucky.

He had just used his Rainbow Transformation technique to rush back to Dachang City when he was forcibly stopped by two terrifying ghost domains.

He glanced at it.

Wow, good heavens, they're all acquaintances.

The ghost messenger who almost sent him away in Huanggang Village.

He had a glimpse of a ghost painting in Dachang City that nearly scared him to death.

Yang Jian felt unlucky. He had finally managed to open the five layers of the Ghost Realm after the Ghost Shadow crashed, but ever since he was resurrected, he had only encountered bizarre and terrifying ghosts.

It made me feel like I had failed miserably again.

But that's not the case; my abilities have greatly improved!
Having fallen into the realm of ghost messengers, Yang Jian's situation was neither good nor bad.

The reason he said it was good was because he had fought with the ghost messengers before, and the ghost he controlled had crashed, so he could use supernatural powers without restraint.

Therefore, upon discovering the intrusion of the ghost messengers, he immediately took action, wandering around to gather ghost tamers, attempting to establish an unshakeable numerical advantage.

The reason it's hard to say is that Yang Jian himself controlled three ghosts. The ghost messengers didn't attack him at first, but other ghost tamers, which meant he couldn't suppress the ghost messengers immediately.

The meeting had just ended, and apart from some important city leaders who left early, the remaining group were simply hoping that the Emperor's organization would bestow some medicine upon them.

This group of ghost tamers was a mixed bag, and there were many of them. The ghost messenger killed several ghost tamers on sight.

Moreover, most of the ghost controllers were completely unaware of the rules governing how the ghost messengers killed people, and in their panic, they ran around haphazardly, causing the situation to worsen further.

Compared to the dozens of ghost tamers at the original training base, there were about two hundred ghost tamers attending the headquarters meeting.

If it weren't for the fact that several team leaders failed to leave in time for various reasons and were trapped in the ghost realm, thus failing to gather a group of ghost tamers in time, the situation would have been even worse.

The ghost messengers quickly hunted down many lone ghost tamers, accumulating more than ten suppression slots.

Currently, no single ghost tamer is capable of facing the ghost messengers alone. Fortunately, thanks to the quick thinking of the team leaders, most of the remaining ghost tamers have formed several teams.

Yang Jian has already gathered a small team of twenty people, which is relatively small and dangerous compared to the other team leaders.

If he had more prestige and could have subdued the arrogant ghost tamer, he could have suppressed the ghost messenger's killing patterns to less than ten.

But now he could only pray that the ghost messengers couldn't find the ghost tamer in the small team.

If the ghost messengers kill a few more lone ghost tamers or devour a small team, suppressing more than twenty people, then his team will be in great danger.

What to do? We'll run out of manpower soon. As far as the ghost messengers are concerned, we don't even have the right to make contact with them.

Yang Jian gritted his teeth. If those idiots hadn't been courting death, everyone would have been fine.

"Yang, Yang Jian, what should we do now?" Huang Ziya, one of the team members, asked tremblingly, knowing that she was not capable enough.

Therefore, she listened to whatever capable people said, only hoping to survive.

"Yang Jian, you...you must take me out of here. If you save me, I'll introduce my mother to you." Xiong Wenwen was terrified.

If he hadn't been able to foresee the future, Yang Jian and his party would have been dead long ago.

"Quiet, quiet, let me think this over in peace..." With a determined look, Yang Jian reached into the gold box in his pocket.

He had just used up several supernatural items in his attempt to save someone.

They even used up all their cards, including the Ghost Rope.

If he hadn't developed the technique of Ghost Domain Sniping, and pinned the dagger that could cancel the ghost's killing target to the ghost messenger, he would have been dead long ago.

He finally understood the terror of the S-class vengeful ghost. The starving ghost was terrifying enough, but the ghost messenger was clearly even more terrifying than that starving ghost; death was certain upon first sight.

Fortunately, we're at headquarters now. The Emperor Organization is still there, and that mysterious Mr. Zhuang is still around. He can't just let the ghost messengers kill at will, can he?

"Yang Jian!" At that moment, Xiong Wenwen couldn't help but scream.

"I told you not to make noise!" Yang Jian was also anxious.

But no matter how urgent the situation, you can't lose your composure; these people are simply terrible teammates.

"Yang Jian, the ghost messengers are here! I can see them! We're about to die!" Xiong Wenwen shouted urgently, pointing behind her.

"What!" Yang Jian's eyes narrowed. Had everyone else been killed?

A tall figure slowly walked out of what appeared to be a tool shed.

As he approached, the fog thickened, like a heavy dark cloud pressing down.

"Damn damn it."

Yang Jian could tell from the sight of the ghost messenger that he had devoured many more ghost tamers.

They had more than twenty slots available for suppression, which is why they targeted their team.

Sweat beaded on his forehead. He couldn't go up, as that would be delivering food to the ghost messengers. He couldn't run away either, as he couldn't abandon the burden behind him and leave, or he would be the one to die.

"Retreat first!"

Yang Jian could only lead everyone to retreat. Fortunately, the group of ghost riders behind them, though terrified, did not run away.

However, they were in the realm of ghosts, and the ghost messengers were much faster than them.

Just as the ghost messengers were about to approach them.

"Yang Jian!" A man with a face as pale as paper emerged from the mist.

He was followed by a dozen or so ghost tamers.

The two teams merged, bringing the total number of people to over forty.

The number of vengeful spirits he controlled certainly exceeded forty.

This exceeded the ghost messenger's suppression quota, causing the terrifying figure to retreat back into the mist.

"Liu San, you didn't leave either?" Yang Jian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Stop talking." Liu San also looked unlucky. If he hadn't walked so slowly, he wouldn't have been involved in this situation.

Yang Jian noticed that a pale-faced young man was also in the group.

"Wang Chaling, what are you doing here?"

Yang Jian found it strange that Wang Chaling, an ordinary person, could become the captain of the headquarters.

Xiao Wang was now pale, looking terrified after surviving such a close call. He muttered in a daze, "My mother was being suppressed by the ghost messengers."

"I don't have a mother anymore."

He was the first captain to encounter the ghost messengers. He originally just wanted to test the ghost messengers' killing patterns, so he sent his weakest mother forward to test them.

Unexpectedly, the mother was swallowed by the ghost messenger in front of him and NTR'd on the spot, which scared Wang Chaling so much that he fled in panic.

If he had attacked all four vengeful spirits at the same time, the ghost messengers, who had not yet grown up, would not have been able to withstand the first generation of the Wang family.

All I can say is that it’s fate.

"What? Your mother is gone?" Yang Jian didn't know that Wang Chaling's vengeful ghost was his family member, so he replied perfunctorily, "Please accept my condolences."

Wang Chaling had never encountered any supernatural events since childhood, and he had never fully explored the potential of the first generation of the Wang family. As an ordinary person, he was also unable to open the ghost realm and leave.

Fortunately, he encountered Liu San's team while wandering alone; otherwise, the timid third generation of the Wang family might have become the first captain killed by the ghost messengers.

He hurriedly said to Yang Jian, "Ghost messengers can eat ghosts. Every time they eat one, they become stronger. We must stick together and not separate again!"

Yang Jian frowned and said, "I know more than you do. I encountered a ghost messenger in Huanggang Village and imprisoned it."

"The ghost messengers are able to suppress ghost tamers and fierce ghosts outnumbered by him without any way to deal with them."

"He has already devoured quite a few ghost tamers, and the number of suppressed individuals far exceeds that of the Huanggang Village incident."

"Because of those idiots, I'm afraid the number of ghost messengers to be suppressed has now exceeded twenty."

"I hope those self-righteous fools don't get caught by the ghost messengers again, otherwise we'll all be doomed." Liu San's expression was also not good.

He thought there was no danger in coming to the headquarters meeting, so he came in his true form. Unexpectedly, the ghost messenger and the ghost painting suddenly appeared.

The combined power of the two ghostly domains made it impossible for him to escape this space.

If his true form were trapped here, he would truly die.

The ghost messengers were very effective against ghost tamers like him; no matter how many clones he sent, they would all die.

Liu Sannian's expression changed as he said, "One of my clones has died again. I just saw a small team of more than ten ghost tamers run into the ghost messengers."

"They're all wiped out!"

Yang Jian's face turned ashen: "They're all dead? What a joke!"

"Are there now more than thirty slots available for suppressing ghosts?"

Liu San slowly shook his head: "It should be over forty."

"We are no longer safe."

Wang Chaling looked utterly hopeless: "No, it's impossible."

Forty ghost messengers to suppress the quota.

In this era, it is enough to sweep away all the ghost tamers head-on; no ghost tamer can confront the ghost messengers directly.

Zhang Jun is no good, Ye Zhen is no good.

Yang Jian and Liu Sangeng are no good.

"We need to find the others; we don't have much time left." Yang Jian realized the seriousness of the situation.

Nowadays, almost no squad has more than forty members; whoever gets caught by the ghost messengers will die.

Xiong Wenwen shouted, "Everyone knows that this ghost realm is now formed by two powerful evil spirits overlapping, and there are no directions. How are we supposed to find the others?"

"Xiong Wenwen, use your ability to look again!" Yang Jian said to Tong Wenwen.

The brat wanted to say something, but when Yang Jian glared at him with a fierce look, he pouted and burst into tears: "You all know how to bully me, go find the ghost messengers if you dare!"

"If I use my precognitive abilities again, the vengeful ghosts will be resurrected! You don't treat me like a human being at all!"

"Waaaaah, I want my mommy, Mommy!"

Yang Jian felt a chill run down his spine, but could only try to comfort him, saying, "Don't cry. Now, we either sit here and do nothing and die together, or we find an opportunity to fight!"

Among these people, Yang Jian's fifth-level ghost domain is already the strongest ghost domain.

However, he could not maintain his ghost domain here for long, as the ghost painting and the ghost messenger's ghost domain suppression power was simply too strong.

Moreover, only ghost messengers are wandering around now.

As for ghost paintings.

Yang Jian shook off the paper dust from his clothes.

He no longer had the energy to think about the ghost paintings.

Liu San also said to Xiong Wenwen in a "gentle tone": "Just hang in there for now. Once you survive, Yang Jian and I will try to get you some medicine from the Emperor's organization, which will greatly alleviate the damage to your body."

“Yes, that’s right. I’m familiar with their manager. I’ll try to get it for you,” Yang Jian said anxiously.

Xiong Wenwen knew that she had no choice but to take a gamble. She gritted her teeth, and a strange state began to emerge on her body.

He had just used his ability when he screamed again, "Something's wrong!!"

"Yang Jian, something terrible has happened!"

"The ghost messenger is here again. It has seen us and is eyeing us."

Xiong Wenwen trembled with fear, tears welling in her eyes: "I...I'm going to die."

"Yang Jian, save me! I'm going to die here! I don't want to die! Waaah!"

He witnessed his own death several times in a row, and he couldn't bear the pressure, bursting into tears.

However, those here are all ghost tamers influenced by vengeful spirits, their emotions are cold, and apart from Yang Jian, they have little compassion.

"Don't be afraid, calm down. You also foresaw your own death last time, and nothing happened to you, right? Tell me in detail what you foresaw just now," Yang Jian continued to ask.

Only by knowing the details of Xiong Wenwen's death could he have detected the danger in advance and prevented it.

"By the way, ask if he foresaw the deaths of others, please don't," Feng Quan couldn't help but say, but Yang Jian glared at him and stopped him from speaking.

With a sob in her voice, Xiong Wenwen recounted the entire premonition.

“If we follow this road for another minute, we’ll run into the ghost messengers head-on. Yang Jian, you’ll be the first to die.”

"The paper figures on Liu San's body ran out in several directions, but they immediately collapsed."

"Not long after, everyone collapsed instantly."

Yang Jian gasped. It seemed Liu San was right; the number of ghost messengers to be suppressed had exceeded forty.

How to do?
Yang Jian kept thinking.

If this continues, death is inevitable.

"Change direction!"

Yang Jian made up his mind and said coldly, "If we encounter the ghost messengers, we'll sacrifice one of them to lure them away!"

These words made all the ghost tamers' faces turn cold; Yang Jian was right.

Even if we all get together, we'll still die.

It would be better to sacrifice one person to distract the ghost messengers. This would reduce the number of ghost messengers suppressing the increase in the number of slots, buy time, and give the others more opportunities to find teams.

But who will make the sacrifice?

No one asked.

Liu San nodded: "My paper doll has gone to scout ahead."

The group began to travel through the mist again, barely managing to evade the pursuit of the ghost messengers thanks to Liu San's paper figures and Xiong Wenwen's premonition.

But the paper figures are limited, and Xiong Wenwen is only a ghost tamer who has controlled one vengeful spirit. His face grows paler and paler, and the vengeful spirit is about to revive.

"We can't continue like this." Seeing that Xiong Wenwen's condition was getting worse, Yang Jian quickly pressed her down.

But once the recovery begins, it's impossible to weather it on your own.

Left with no other option, Yang Jian used Ghost Shadow to invade Xiong Wenwen's mind, and the child's eyes rolled back, causing her to faint.

Liu San watched all this silently, then said to Yang Jian, "Yang Jian, I have no more paper doll clones. If I keep doing this, I will also be resurrected."

Yang Jian turned to look at the Ghost Tamer in the group, just about to speak.

A dark-skinned ghost tamer stepped forward: "I'll go."

"Anyway, I'll be recovering soon."

"Consider it a small contribution."

The people around him tried to stop him, but after a slight hesitation, they remained silent.

"Okay." Yang Jian looked at his face and made a mental note of it.

But at that moment, the sky seemed to be stirred by an invisible hand, and countless pieces of paper ash fell down at an alarming speed, as if swept up by a gale.

These ashes seemed to carry some kind of eerie power; each falling piece was like a layer of gloom painted onto the canvas of the world.

Everything around us began to be swallowed up by this gloomy aura.

The once clear view suddenly became much less visible, as if a thick curtain had been drawn over it.

The houses were covered with a thick layer of ash, and the trees had lost their greenness, leaving only lifeless gray and white branches.

Even the sky was filled with endless grayness, and the earth, along with it, was shrouded in a lifeless gray-white hue.

The whole world seemed to have been stripped of all its vitality and color in an instant.

All that remained was a monotonous gray and white, lifeless and oppressive.

Finished!

Even worse is yet to come!

"The ghost painting is here!" Yang Jian shouted through gritted teeth.

Suddenly, the once smooth ground cracked open with spiderweb-like fissures, and grayish-white paper dust seeped out from the cracks, slowly lifting the crooked canvas.

A portrait of a woman with her back to the crowd is more chilling than facing a vengeful ghost.

The forty demon tamers felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

The world's top ten most terrifying ghosts have finally appeared.

"The ghost messengers have arrived too!" Huang Ziya screamed.

Yang Jian turned his head sharply, his heart feeling as if it were being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand. In the thick fog ahead, the terrifying figure of the ghost messenger slowly emerged, surrounded by a chilling aura.

With each step it took, the air emitted a dull "puffing" sound, as if it were compressing the surrounding space.

It's easy to see that the ghost messenger seems to have devoured quite a few more ghost tamers, and the terrifying aura emanating from its body is becoming increasingly intense.

More than forty suppression slots were gathered on it, making its ghost domain powerful enough to temporarily contend with Ghost Painting.

It seems that they regarded these forty-odd ghost tamers as their prey, and neither the ghost messenger nor the ghost painting made any further progress.

The two ghost realms formed a stark contrast.

The area shrouded by the ghost painting is a lifeless, gray world.

The ghost realm of the ghost messengers was shrouded in thick fog, within which the shadow of a village could be faintly seen.

Yang Jian was caught between these two terrifying ghost realms, with powerful and chilling ghost messengers in front of him and unfathomable ghost paintings behind him.

Using human heads to lure them away is no longer effective; as soon as one side leaves, the remaining side will instantly devour them.

He felt his head, the only active part of his body, was turning red.

A deep sense of despair washed over me like a tidal wave.

The shadow of death was creeping closer and closer to him.

Just as this group was caught in a dilemma, the ghost messenger seemed unable to bear it any longer and stepped towards them.

In an instant, countless dark and eerie ghost ropes descended from the sky.

"Let's give it our all!!"

Yang Jian stepped forward, and his ghost eyes instantly opened.

The moment the ghost's eyes opened, it was as if all the temperature in the air was sucked away, and even the floating ashes of paper were suspended in mid-air, reflecting his face, which was half-burnt red.

At the same time, a paper figure fell from Liu San's body and stood at the front, catching the ghost rope.

The paper figure was strangled by the ghost rope, and its body exploded into a shower of paper scraps, but it quickly reformed like a swarm of bees, dragging the ghost rope down three feet.

"Wang Chaling!"

Yang Jian roared, "What the hell are you standing there for?!"

"Are we just waiting to die?!"

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wang Chaling standing in the very center, his face as pale as paper, cold sweat dripping from his forehead and down his chin.

Is this supposed to be a team leader?
For the first time, Yang Jian began to doubt the Emperor's organization's judgment.

Wang Chaling was startled by the roar and shivered before he came to his senses.

"Grandpa and Grandma! Help me!!"

Before he finished speaking, the mist beside him was suddenly torn apart as if by an invisible giant hand, and two bluish-gray shadows fell out from the crack.

They were two old ghosts dressed in funeral clothes from the Republican era. The man had a blue face, and the woman's hair hung down, covering half of her face. Both of their funeral clothes were tattered, revealing skin covered with lividity underneath.

Faced with the sweeping ghost rope, the two terrifying old ghosts simply raised their hands.

Snapped!
With a soft, floating sound, the menacing ghost ropes surged back like a tide and disappeared into the boundary between gray and mist.

Yang Jian finally breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at Wang Chaling in surprise.

With such a powerful ghost, why not use it?!

Moreover, he actually called those two terrifying ghosts his grandpa and grandma, and that added to the fact that he had mentioned his mother was gone.

Does this mean the vengeful spirits this guy controls have to acknowledge them as their ancestors?
Yang Jian quickly said, "Quickly, let your grandparents be at the front."

Wang Chaling quickly shook his head: "No! The suppression level of the ghost messengers is so high. If they appear in front of the ghost messengers, they might be suppressed, and then we're really doomed."

Liu San sneered: "Yang Jian, don't count on this coward."

Even if a coward commands a powerful ghost, it doesn't change the fact that he's still a coward.

Liu San glanced back at the ominous painting and gritted his teeth, saying, "If this continues, we'll surely die. We must shift the blame and make the ghost messengers haunt the painting."

“I have an idea. We happen to have more than forty ghost tamers here. As long as we keep adding my paper doll supernatural abilities…”

"This will increase the number of supernatural phenomena."

"You restrict the ghost messengers for one second."

"It only takes one second!"

"I can wrap it up with my paper doll clone!"

"Push it over to the ghost painting area!"

Yang Jian did not have a weapon that could kill the vengeful ghost in one blow at the moment; neither the coffin nails nor the wood-chopping knife were in his possession.

Yang Jian turned around and looked at Wang Chaling, whose face was deathly pale, and said, "Wang Chaling."

"If you don't want to die, fight alongside us!"

"Liu San and I will do our best to suppress that vengeful ghost. Use whatever means you have, or we'll all die together."

Wang Chaling opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he nodded with a pale face.

He understands now.

He has no chance of escaping once all his teammates are dead.

What is cursed is a matter for the future; we must overcome the difficulties at hand.

Yang Jian also became ruthless at this moment, and his Ghost Eyes kept stacking up.

One, two, three, and eventually six ghost eyes were stacked together, exceeding his limit.

He wants to break through the limitations and open the six layers of the Ghost Realm!!
If it weren't for the witch doll, he would have revived on the spot.

But now, the witch doll, bearing the supernatural cost of his existence, is about to die.

Once you die, a terrifying vengeful ghost will break free from you!

The six ghostly eyes merged into one, and the pupils simultaneously emitted crimson beams of light.

The air at the point where the beams of light intersected made a sound like melting glass, and the thick fog churned like boiling butter, revealing the stiff figure of the ghost messenger.

It was very tall, yet it still slowly raised its hand until the red light pierced through its brow, and its misty body suddenly solidified, as if it had been splashed with molten iron.

Liu San also became ruthless. His skin wrinkled and more than a dozen cracks spread from his spine to his limbs. At the same time, more than a dozen paper figures fell off his body.

Liu San's body temporarily caved in, revealing the terrifying old corpse beneath the paper figure's outer garment.

The next moment, his appearance returned to normal in the blink of an eye, but he became even colder.

It was as if those paper doll clones were part of his body, and he had traded his body for the opportunity to attack the ghost messengers.

The paper dolls transformed into countless Liu Sans, rushing towards the ghost messengers and grabbing their limbs one after another.

In the blink of an eye, the ghost messenger seemed to transform into a white paper figure.

Yang Jian's ghost eyes continued to throb, and he had held out for well over a second. He roared at the remaining ghost tamers, "Anyone who doesn't want to die, come at me!"

"If anyone backs down, everyone will die."

The ghost tamers also became ruthless, unleashing their powerful ghost abilities.

More than thirty kinds of supernatural abilities were simultaneously applied to the ghost messenger, along with Liu San's endless stream of paper doll clones and the scarlet beams of light emitted from Yang Jian's six ghost eyes. The ghost messenger's massive body was firmly restrained in place.

At this moment, Wang Chaling shouted, "Grandpa and Grandma, tear it up for me!"

The two old ghosts dressed in tattered funeral clothes instantly transformed into two afterimages, rushing out like a gust of wind.

Grandpa Wang grabbed the ghost messenger's left arm, while Grandma Wang grabbed his right arm; they exerted force simultaneously.

With a piercing "rip" sound, the ghost messenger's body was torn apart.

Black mist and thick, foul blood gushed out, creating an extremely horrific scene.

"We succeeded!" Everyone's faces instantly lit up with ecstasy.

However, before the joy could linger on their faces for even a second, everyone felt a sudden dizziness, and the surrounding scenery suddenly distorted and deformed.

The next instant, they were back in the same spot, as if nothing had ever happened. The torn ghost messenger had vanished, leaving only an empty space and a pervasive eerie atmosphere.

Even more frightening, the ghost painting behind them had also disappeared.

Yang Jian looked at Liu San, whose face was equally solemn, and Wang Chaling, whose face was filled with despair.

"what is this?"

Wang Chaling cried out in despair, "Restart!"

"This is actually a ranged reboot! The ghost messengers actually have this kind of ability!"

"It's impossible to imprison him!"

"We're doomed, we're doomed."

Yang Jian kicked him to the ground.

"Shut up, you useless thing."

He asked Liu San, "Is there any other way?"

Liu San shook his head and said with a bitter smile, "It's no use."

"With the ghost messengers capable of restarting within a certain range, they are simply beyond our control."

"Even if you imprison it a hundred times, time will rewind a hundred and one times."

"We will be the ones who are worn down to death."

"Damn it!" Yang Jian slammed his fist down hard.

"Why is this happening!"

Liu San sighed, "That must be the doomsday that the Emperor's organization spoke of?"

Ghost Messenger and Ghost Painting, two terrifying S-class vengeful ghosts, simultaneously attack the headquarters.

Adding to the previous news about the Ghost Lake, it seems the world has completely descended into chaos.

Yang Jian became even more anxious.

I thought that after the starving ghost incident, I would have a long period of peace.

Unexpectedly, ghosts suddenly began to roam the country, turning the world into a prison.

Even in the headquarters of hundreds of ghost tamers, I couldn't escape the attack of the vengeful ghosts. You can imagine how horrific the scene must be in those cities where there are no ghost tamers at all.

From the depths of that thick, almost tangible fog, a chilling sound could be faintly heard.

A gaunt figure slowly emerged from the mist.

Yang Jian couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine: "Is there anyone left at headquarters?"

"Help! We're going to die!"

It seems to be in response to Yang Jian's call.

In an instant, the sky seemed to be torn open with a huge rift, and scorching light burst forth. A massive, all-encompassing flame, carrying rolling heat waves, descended from the sky with the force of a thunderbolt.

The meteorite, carrying a world-destroying force, hurtled towards the terrifying figure of the ghost messenger.

The ghost seemed to sense a deadly threat and abruptly turned its head ninety degrees.

However, before it could react further, the flames arrived.

With a deafening roar, the flames slashed down on the ghost messenger like a giant blade.

The ghost messenger's withered body flew backward and plummeted straight into the mist.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events and stood there dumbfounded.

It wasn't until the intense heat dissipated and the temperature in the air dropped that everyone came to their senses.

Yang Jian's eyes searched his surroundings anxiously, and when his gaze fell on a spot not far ahead, his heart clenched.

A terrifying demonic figure appeared in a large pit.

The demon was enveloped in scorching magma, which flowed and churned across its surface like armor, radiating a chilling heat.

It has a pair of huge wings growing on its back, which, when spread out, blot out the sky.

Its entire body was covered in golden scales, with wisps of dark golden light shining through the gaps between the scales.

The demon stood there silently, emanating a powerful and terrifying aura that made the surrounding air tremble.

Strong, absolute, invincible!

So domineering!
Art style clash!

This was the second time he had seen this scene; the first time was in Dachang City.

This demon killed more than a dozen ghost tamers and the vengeful spirits within them with a single blow.

There wasn't even a trace left.

This was the first time Liu San and Wang Chaling had ever seen such a horrific sight.

Huang Ziya's face turned pale: "This...this...could this be another vengeful ghost?!"

The terrifying demonic figure slowly turned around.

The sharp and oppressive gaze swept over them, giving them the illusion of being crushed by a mountain, almost causing them to collapse to the ground.

"Finally it's out!"

The demon spoke up, "It's a good thing you're all alright, otherwise I really wouldn't know how to explain this to the Doctor."

At that moment, Xiong Wenwen finally opened her eyes wide and shouted, "We're saved! We're saved!"

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw a terrifying figure standing in front of him.

With a "creak".

Fainted again.

The demon scratched his head and said, "Don't be afraid, I am from Zhongzhou... no, I mean, the Emperor's Organization."

The Emperor's Organization.

Liu San also breathed a sigh of relief: "You've finally arrived."

Zheng Zha said somewhat awkwardly, "I'm sorry."

"I was just trapped in a world by that eerie painting."

"It was so hard to break through." His voice trailed off, as if he were muttering something.

"This is so embarrassing."

Desperate, the rescue team plunged headlong into the ghostly realm, frantically wandering among the ghostly paintings.

If Zhuang Boshi hadn't come to his rescue, he probably would have had to create a primordial world to save himself!
But it was really embarrassing.

Yang Jian immediately looked up and saw that the ashes in the air had thinned out considerably.

"Where is the Ghost Realm of Ghost Painting?" Wang Chaling was terrified; the slightest sound would make him scream.

"It's alright, my teammates are already dealing with the mess," Zheng Zha said.

He seemed to hear a noise and turned his head.

Then the ghost messenger reappeared from the mist in a different form.

And Huanggang Village behind him is becoming increasingly clear.

There is less and less paper dust in the sky.

The ghost realm of the ghost painting is receding, and the ghost messengers are no longer restricted.

But Zheng Zha raised his long sword, and as if he had thought of something, he said something to the forty-odd ghost tamers behind him.

"Remember to stay far away."

Yang Jian's expression changed: "Retreat quickly!"

A torrent of energy swept across the heavens and the earth.

In an instant, the primordial chaos reappeared!
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