Dachang City, the top floor of the Paranormal Forum Headquarters.
Lin Cheng slowly withdrew his gaze from the distance, and the air around him instantly became incredibly damp.
The Ghost Submarine unleashed its terrifying paranormal intensity of eighty-one percent in full.
The skies over several cities turned deep blue.
He took a step forward, and his figure vanished on the spot.
Within the deep-blue Ghost Domain, he raced westward at a terrifying speed.
In just a few minutes, he crossed the vast distance spanning several cities.
By the time the deep-blue light dimmed slightly, Lin Cheng had already set foot on the border of Red Ning's territory in the northwest.
The sight before him was one of suffocating, deathly silence.
The once-bustling city below had been reduced to ruins.
The streets were empty, without a single living person in sight.
In the sky, two utterly different yet equally terrifying paranormal powers were clashing violently.
On one side, gray-white paper ash drifted down from the sky, carrying a despair-inducing gloom that seemed poised to drag the entire world into a deathly still painting.
On the other was a darkness so profound and pure that not a trace of light remained.
That was Ghost Douluo, who had harnessed the Ghost Messenger, straining with all his might to expand its Ghost Domain of inescapable suppression.
"Looks like the Ghost Painting going out of control has caused Red Ning quite a bit of trouble."
Lin Cheng's insubstantial body stood in midair, his deep-blue eyes quietly watching the distant clash as he murmured to himself.
Just as he was about to move and intervene in that paranormal battlefield.
Without any warning.
A graceful figure in a scarlet qipao silently appeared in the empty air a dozen or so meters ahead.
There was no paranormal fluctuation.