Ye Feng clenched his now deathly pale fist so tightly that he wished he could tear Yang Jian apart and devour him alive.
But he knew that he had been played from beginning to end.
This guy had not merely controlled two ghosts. He had used the Ghost Rope's revival to launch indiscriminate attacks, combined with the Ghost Candle's self-protection, creating a perfect yet incomparably dangerous Ghost Domain.
Let alone himself...
Even a Ghost Tamer stronger than him would be left reeling when faced with such a combination.
Unless he truly dragged things out with Yang Jian until Yang Jian's Ghost Candle burned out.
But the price would be far too great.
It was not worth it.
Even if he held on until then and killed Yang Jian, he would likely have to face two revived vicious ghosts.
That would be mutual destruction.
That was precisely why Ye Feng had lost his composure somewhat and started cursing.
"Don't waste your strength. Instead of wasting time cursing, why don't you hurry up and kill me? I'm right here, waiting for you. Adults should keep their word. No going back on it." Yang Jian waved at him and shouted.
Ye Feng's expression became exceptionally ugly.
If he stepped forward again, Yang Jian would probably return here the very next moment.
The restriction on the Ghost Domain was not perfect enough, leaving him terrified of Yang Jian's tricks.
The distance was not actually great—just a hundred meters of road, less than three meters wide on either side.
Yet such a small stretch of ground filled him with profound helplessness.
The plan had failed.
This Yang Jian could not be killed.
Unless he left his life here and fought Yang Jian to the death.
"I shouldn't have trusted that defective product Wang Xiaoqiang had.