Downtown Dajing City, on a ruined street.
The Ghost Messenger's ghost domain was less than a hundred meters from Yang Jian and the others.
That inescapable suppression, capable of devouring even light, left everyone feeling suffocated.
Yang Jian clenched his fists tightly. He had exhausted every option he could think of.
But trapped between the Wish-Granting Ghost and the Ghost Messenger, he could find no way out.
Just as he was about to risk a revival and force open a six-layer ghost domain for one desperate last stand.
The sky suddenly turned deep blue.
A familiar water pressure tinged with salt instantly enveloped the entire street.
Yang Jian looked up. At the sight of that deep blue, his nerves, stretched almost to breaking point, finally relaxed completely.
As if all his strength had drained away, he leaned against the ruined stone wall behind him and slowly closed every ghost eye on his body.
"You're finally here." Yang Jian's voice was slightly hoarse.
The moment he finished speaking, Lin Cheng appeared beside him in his pajamas, as casually as if he were taking a leisurely stroll.
Not far away, the two Ye Zhens, who had been hacking at each other in a furious, earth-shaking battle, stopped their swords at the same instant they sensed that deep-blue ghost domain.
Expressions of wild joy appeared on both identical faces.
Not just them-the others nearby, who had been warily watching one another, also lowered their guards.
Yet after appearing, Lin Cheng said nothing.
He did not even glance at Yang Jian. Instead, he turned straight toward Huang Ziya, Hu Liena, and Yan, who stood a short distance away.
The instant Lin Cheng's gaze settled on them, all three shuddered violently.
There were no unnecessary words, no wasted movements.
Lin Cheng's eyes merely grew a