After the Ghost Domain's range had been restricted, it was only as wide as a narrow path, and some of its abilities had also slipped beyond Yang Jian's control.
This crimson path extended along the asphalt road all the way to the entrance of the villa.
At the end of the path, Yang Jian stood there calmly, staring at Ye Feng at the other end.
Both of them had controlled two ghosts.
But when it came to comparing abilities, Yang Jian had to admit that he was slightly inferior. Even if Wang Xiaoqiang had not used that shriveled finger to restrict his Ghost Domain, he still would not have been Ye Feng's opponent.
The burial shroud on that man's body isolated him from the attacks of other vicious ghosts.
Even the ghost shadow could not affect him.
And, more importantly, there was a second ghost inside his body.
"Competing with me on time? Do you think you can outlast me? You should have already learned a thing or two before. The burial shroud on me protects me. Even if the ghost rope revives, you'll die before I do." Ye Feng did not dare move forward again.
A mass of ropes drifted about ahead of him.
The instant he touched one, he would immediately be entangled by the ghost rope.
This left him caught between advancing and retreating.
"Stop bragging. If I die, you'll die too." Yang Jian said coldly. "Once I die, the vicious ghosts will inevitably revive. Do you even know how many ghosts there will be here then? Do you really think you're Jesus reincarnated, capable of handling that many ghosts?"
"The fact that you can think like that proves you're not completely muddleheaded. If I die here, you won't survive either." Ye Feng frowned.
Yang Jian said,