Puzzled, Yang Jian asked, "Who are you?"
Feng Quan stopped and glanced at Yang Jian with his ashen eyes without saying a word.
He simply raised his hand and pointed at the outrageously flashy black cloak he wore.
"I'm a new member Boss Lin invited," Feng Quan said hoarsely, his exhaustion impossible to hide.
Yang Jian followed his finger and immediately spotted the name emblazoned on the cloak.
"Feng Quan?" Yang Jian froze for a moment, then seemed to understand. His tone turned a little odd.
"You put your own name on your cloak? No wonder you get along with someone like Zhang Wei."
The corners of Feng Quan's mouth twitched.
He wanted to explain, I did this to suppress the fierce supernatural's rule of forgetting, damn it, not to show off!
But he swallowed the words before they left his mouth. Unwilling to embarrass himself here, he turned his head away helplessly.
Across from them, Li Jun's expression had turned utterly grim.
His brows furrowed as he peered through the mingled smoke and fog, so thick it seemed almost solid, barely making out the figures around Yang Jian.
Originally, their four captains against Yang Jian alone should have been an overwhelmingly one-sided fight.
But now, the situation had completely reversed.
Four against four!
And all three reinforcements from the Paranormal Forum possessed ghost domains!
They had torn through his ghost fire almost effortlessly and walked straight into Yang Jian's fourth-layer ghost domain.
Their strength was chilling.
Beep, beep, beep! Beep, beep!
Li Jun's communicator began beeping urgently, its red warning light flashing wildly.
"They're not trying to conceal anything! They've unleashed their paranormal power in full and are launching a frenzied assault on the Circle of Friends' headquarters building up ahead!"
"The Circle of Friends has started fighting back.