Even so, how were they supposed to deal with the Ghost Messenger?
Against that unreasonable, absolute suppression, numbers meant nothing.
As far as they were concerned, there was simply no solution.
Amid the oppressive atmosphere, Yang Jian spoke coldly.
"I have a way."
"But I don't know whether it'll work."
"If it doesn't, we'll have no choice but to leave for now."
Liu San gave Yang Jian a somewhat surprised look.
"You've been holding out on us. You still have a trump card?"
Yang Jian offered no explanation, merely saying calmly, "I only just learned of this countermeasure myself."
"Since there's a good chance it'll fail, anyone who doesn't want to try can leave now."
"Of course, once you leave, there'll be fewer of us here, and the number of Vengeful Ghosts inside us will drop sharply."
"Its suppression capacity might exceed our total in an instant. Naturally, I don't want to gamble on that."
Zhang Wei strode forward casually and patted Yang Jian on the shoulder.
"Don't worry, Brother Legs. I'm with you! It's just a measly Ghost Messenger!"
Feng Quan said nothing, but he also walked over to Yang Jian's side, making his stance clear.
Wang Chalin remained where he was, his gaze flickering with obvious hesitation.
Li Leping still looked as lifeless as ever and said nothing either.
Liu San sighed.
"If there's a chance, we have to try."
"If even we can't deal with it and just run away..."
"Then once this Ghost Messenger fully develops and all of Dajing City falls, our lives won't be easy either."
"Nobody wants to see the world become hell."
Seeing that the strongest fighters had all agreed,
Huang Ziya, Hu Liena, and Yan, who stood at the back, naturally had no objections. They nodded repeatedly and followed along.
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