On the other side of the battlefield.
Inside the Ghost Domain, Liu San's real body stood at the edge, looking down at his feet.
A pile of tattered paper scraps lay scattered there-the paper figure Yang Jian had just torn apart.
The muscles in Liu San's face twitched, betraying his heartache.
These paper figures weren't scraps he could casually cut out. Every one had cost him a tremendous amount of paranormal power and effort.
In that brief clash alone, four had been destroyed.
What a damn loss.
"Yang Jian."
Liu San raised his head, his hollow eyes turning toward Yang Jian as he spoke in a hoarse voice.
"I don't think there's any need for us to keep fighting."
Yang Jian stood where he was without saying a word.
The Ghost Eye on his forehead rolled restlessly, its icy gaze locked firmly on Liu San.
Liu San sighed, softening his tone a little.
"I only attacked to test your strength. After all, there's no blood feud between us. We're bound to cross paths again."
"I never intended to fight you to the death. Letting this get out of hand won't do either of us any good."
Liu San spread his hands and pointed at the paper scraps on the ground.
"I've already lost four paper figures. You could say I've paid the price."
"Why don't we leave it at that today?"
He was an extremely cautious man who never entered a fight he wasn't confident of winning.
The young man before him, Yang Jian, didn't play by any conventional rules. His Ghost Domain was absurdly powerful, and his attacks were decisive and ruthless.
If they kept fighting, Liu San felt he could take Yang Jian down, but he certainly wouldn't come out unscathed either.
*Risk my life just to help