Li Leping's corpse-like face looked even more numb in the red light.
He made no unnecessary movements, thinking to himself, What a powerful ghost domain.
He could clearly feel that this ghost domain's strength far exceeded the limits of an ordinary Ghost Handler.
Standing nearby, Wang Chalin looked just as grim.
Around his seemingly ordinary body, the air was twisting unnaturally.
Two blurry figures clung to his back, one on either side.
"Dad, Mom, protect me."
Wang Chalin murmured the words, his voice wary.
As he finished speaking, the two blurry figures abruptly stepped half a pace forward, keeping Wang Chalin firmly protected between them.
Liu San looked at the two paper figures dismembered into scraps at his feet, his yellow-paper face filled with anguish over the loss.
Neither side had used their full strength in that brief clash.
But Yang Jian had been able to ignore his supernatural attack in an instant.
Then he had torn two paper doubles to shreds with clean, decisive ease. That alone said enough.
This young man named Yang Jian truly possessed captain-level strength!
Now Yang Jian's gaze locked onto Li Jun, every word carrying murderous intent.
"Then let me make this clear one last time, right here."
"This is between the Paranormal Forum and the Circle of Friends!"
"If you dare interfere again!"
"I won't mind making a little trouble for myself and taking out every last one of you so-called captains!"
Li Jun's expression was so dark it looked as though it might drip water.
Sickly green ghost fire burned all over him as he tried to burn through the blood-red ghost domain.
This time, however, his ghost fire seemed to be suppressed by something.
Li Jun gritted his teeth, staring fixedly at Yang Jian in the center of the red light.