Driving along the silent highway.
The headlights illuminated the road ahead, but they could not dispel the gloom before him.
The entire city was terrifyingly quiet. Apart from the occasional distant scream and the cries of Ghost Infants, there was no other sound.
Once prosperous and bustling, Dachang City was gradually dying because of the Ghost Infants.
At the very least, Yang Jian could not sense the slightest trace of life as he drove through it.
Death was spreading, and fear was creeping outward.
Looking at everything beyond the car window, Yang Jian was in a terrible mood.
Professor Wang's earlier words were still on his mind.
"He placed all his hopes on me and wanted me to save the whole city. But I've already done everything I could. I contained that fourth-stage Ghost Infant, but what was the result? It only treated the symptoms, not the cause. Too many people have died these past few days—Ye Feng, Sun Yi, He Chuan, and all those Ghost Tamers I never knew."
"I used up all the ghost candles and risked a relapse to strengthen my abilities. Yet when the source ghost appeared, all I could do was run."
Yang Jian gave a self-mocking smile as he drove.
Who could he blame for the failure of the operation? He had already done all he could. He could only blame reality for being too cruel. Did he really have to fight until he died before everyone would be satisfied?
"You, Professor Wang, can be noble. You can let go of hatred, be selfless, and disregard your own life and death. But what about me? A whole group of people behind me are counting on me to survive. If I die, what will happen to them?"
Yet now, everyone was watching him. No one