Thick black smoke came pouring in, instantly tearing apart the red-lit field of vision Yang Jian had barely managed to maintain.
All the surrounding light was swallowed up in that instant.
An icy chill carrying the acrid stench of burning suddenly appeared among the group, accompanied by heavy footsteps.
There was no warning, no breath from a living person.
This was Li Leping's paranormal attack!
On the left side of the corridor, the usually taciturn Wang Chalin's expression abruptly froze.
He felt an invisible hand settle on his shoulder.
That hand carried an irresistible supernatural force, intent on dragging him into an abyss from which there was no return.
It was a guaranteed-fatal attack!
A flash of horror crossed Wang Chalin's eyes, but he did not panic.
At that critical instant, something happened.
The air behind Wang Chalin suddenly warped.
The spectral figures of two stooped elderly people with deathly still faces instantly appeared to block the attack.
They were Wang Chalin's grandfather and grandmother!
Two skeletal hands belonging to the dead reached out together, one from either side, and clamped tightly around the invisible hand resting on Wang Chalin's shoulder.
The grating sound of cracking bones rang out in the black smoke.
Two terrifying paranormal powers collided head-on upon Wang Chalin's shoulder.
Wang Chalin grunted and staggered back two steps, but he survived.
His grandparents forcibly drove back the icy presence on his shoulder, and it vanished into the black smoke.
Yang Jian, standing nearby, saw the entire exchange.
His gaze shifted slightly as the ghost eye on his forehead rolled restlessly.
This Wang Chalin has been hiding his strength all along.
An ordinary Ghost Handler-even one of the best-would have been seriously injured by a paranormal attack of that caliber, if not killed outright.
Yet Wang Chalin had