401, the battle was still going on.
The upper vengeful ghosts were terrifying. Violent yin qi raged with their every movement, and their low growls carried powerful curses that filled anyone who heard them with countless chaotic, crazed thoughts.
Even their minds would completely collapse.
Jiang Chen protected Su Ling.
At the same time, he watched with relish, occasionally offering pointers.
"Master Liu, try attacking his lower body!"
"Master Zhang, she's carrying extra weight. Her upper body isn't steady. Make good use of that."
"Go for the heart! You'll never kill anyone fighting like this!"
"..."
Su Ling huddled by the door, trembling, feeling like she was the only normal person in the room.
This scene was far too horrifying.
A room locked from the inside.
Two terrifying ghosts fighting.
And her only teammate was more excited than the ghosts.
For a moment, she even had the illusion that she was the odd one out, that excitement was clearly the appropriate response in this situation, and fear was an emotion she shouldn't be feeling.
A few minutes later.
The husband and wife had vented some of their anger. Calming down a little, they stopped fighting and stood there thoughtfully.
They were in a miserable state now. The woman had lost an arm, black blood constantly gushing from the stump, while the man had had an eyeball clawed open, and his face was covered in bloody scratches.
"Something feels wrong."
"Why did we suddenly start fighting to the death without a care?"
"It was him?!"
The husband and wife both turned to look at Jiang Chen.
Recalling everything that had just happened, their expressions gradually changed. They had clearly asked someone to mediate, yet he had kept fanning the flames, escalating their conflict step by step.
And his methods had been