Compared to the last time they met.
A Chuan's Ghost Spirit Cards had already increased to eight.
As the [Ghost Ring] behind him began to revolve.
The formerly meek boy grabbed a fistful of his own hair.
His eyes instantly filled with excited fervor.
"Hahaha! Right over there, huh! That's where old buddy Fan Huo is!"
The change he underwent in battle was always startling, no matter when it happened.
Ye Qiyan smiled and nodded.
"Yes, Senior A Chuan. Please draw as much attention as you can. I'll sneak inside, find Senior Fan Huo, and rescue him."
This was the plan the two had devised.
It was crude and simple, but also highly efficient.
"Hahaha! No, no, no, you're sneaking in, but I'm launching a frontal assault! That useless chain-smoker Fan Huo-once I get him out, I'm going to fleece him for a fortune!"
A Chuan held the Ghost Blade.
Eight Ghost Spirits emerged from his Card Sequence.
On the dark street, a doorway leading somewhere unknown abruptly opened.
Terrifying and bizarre ghostly beings appeared one after another.
The sight resembled the night parade of a hundred ghosts from mythology.
No, perhaps that description was not accurate.
For the ghosts emerging from that doorway numbered far more than hundreds or thousands.
Thousands of ghosts ran rampant, tens of thousands roamed the world.
The terrifying spectacle made Uto City at night resemble the underworld.
Yet the residents of Uto City felt no fear because of it.
They still wore those happy smiles as they stood on either side of the street and began clapping somewhat mechanically.
In his battle state, A Chuan paid no attention to any of this.
Laughing wildly with his blade raised, he headed toward the building Ye Qiyan had pointed out: the Uto City Government, a classical