The three Ghost Tamers acted at once, drawing upon every bit of ghostly power within their bodies.
At this moment, none of them cared whether overusing that power would cause them to die from ghost revival. They had only one thought: contain the ghost before them.
Yang Jian had controlled two ghosts.
But after the earlier probing, his Ghost Domain had spiraled out of control. Now, he could only use the Ghost Shadow.
Though the abilities of the ghosts within his body had grown stronger, even with two ghosts under his control, there still seemed to be a considerable gap between him and the man in the portrait.
Zhang Han moved first. The skinless, blood-drenched ghost clinging to his back reached out and grabbed the man before them.
Yet there was no suppression as he had imagined.
Zhang Han suddenly felt a tearing pain rip through his back.
The bloody ghost clinging to his back had slipped out of his control and was being forcibly dragged out by the man in the portrait.
"Aah—!"
A miserable, agonized scream echoed out. Zhang Han's back split open in bloody strips as the ghost clinging to him was being taken away by the man before him.
It was being yanked out of the tattoo on his back in an almost brutish, barbaric manner.
At that moment, the Ghost Shadow that had risen behind him seized the man's head from the rear.
A black palm condensed from shadows could effortlessly pluck off anyone's head. It could even dismember other ghosts.
Yet when Yang Jian felt the Ghost Shadow trying to take its head, he encountered a terrifying resistance.
Its head remained firmly on its neck, utterly unmoved.
At the same time.
The Headless Ghost Shadow suddenly froze. Just like what had happened to the