Yang Jian lit the Ghost Candle, giving himself plenty of time to wear Ye Feng down.
He refused to believe that Ye Feng could hold out for an hour.
But Ye Feng's aggressive actions had already given him the answer: he could not last an hour.
Using the power of that burial robe continuously for an hour, even someone who had controlled two ghosts would be finished under those circumstances.
The longer a ghost's power was used, the faster it would revive.
That was why Ghost Tamers had to ensure that every use of a ghost's power was brief.
"Trying to rely on that burial robe's protection to walk straight over and kill me? I have to say, you chose the worse outcome." Rather than worrying, Yang Jian was actually somewhat pleased.
His situation looked better than Ye Feng's, but in truth, it was not much better.
The Ghost Domain had been active the entire time.
If this dragged on, his Ghost Eye would continue reviving as well.
Of course, he would not voice that concern in front of an enemy.
On the contrary, Ye Feng's aggressive choice had undoubtedly shortened the time before his ghosts revived.
Ye Feng's face was cold as he followed the asphalt road covered in red light, walking step by step toward Yang Jian.
Dense ghost ropes drifted through the road. One life-stealing rope after another descended from above like evil ghosts clinging to people, inspiring fear and wariness.
An ordinary person would have died ten thousand times over in this situation.
But he was not an ordinary person.
The burial robe on his body protected him.
That was precisely why he dared act so recklessly.
As a Ghost Tamer who had controlled two ghosts, Ye Feng believed that no one could be his match.