The call ended.
Only the howling, icy wind blowing through the ruins of Dajing City remained.
Yang Jian and Ye Zhen exchanged a glance, each seeing an unprecedented gravity in the other's eyes.
"Fang Shiming and that Red-Haired Woman sure moved fast."
Ye Zhen narrowed his eyes as he gazed at the sky to the northwest.
"While Boss Lin was tied up here, they got ahead of us and carved up the territory."
"They're not just grabbing territory. They're grabbing resources and cannon fodder for the apocalypse." Yang Jian's gaze was as cold and sharp as a blade.
"After Headquarters fell apart, this rapid paranormal resurgence struck me as very unnatural. Fang Shiming and Red Ning must have had a hand in it. They might have unleashed some paranormal location, then used special means to trigger these supernatural events in the southeast."
In just a single day, brutal reality had cemented the division of the world into three powers.
Fang Shiming's Circle of Friends held the north, Red Ning's Soul Master Empire the west, and Lin Cheng's Paranormal Forum the southeast.
But this was hardly good news worth celebrating.
Because even as the three factions divided the world among themselves,
the vengeful ghosts springing up like weeds were relentlessly squeezing humanity's living space.
The world had slipped irreversibly into an age of despair-a night of a hundred ghosts, a paranormal rampage!
"Now we just have to see when Boss Lin wakes up."
Yang Jian turned to look at Lin Cheng, who was still locked in a deathly silent stare with Zhang Lei, and tightened his fingers slightly around his spear.
"If he doesn't wake up, I'll have no choice but to try intervening."
The moment Yang Jian finished speaking, Ye Zhen's eyebrows shot up, a flicker of surprise crossing his