Wang Xiaoming and the others had no idea that Yang Jian was the one coming to support them. Much less did they imagine that Yang Jian was now counter-invading this Ghost Domain.
If he succeeded in invading it, it would mean that Yang Jian could easily escape the next time he faced this ghost coffin, or at least no longer be in mortal danger. It was an attempt, a very necessary one. At the same time, he wanted to find out what his own Ghost Domain would ultimately become if it continued to stack upon itself.
Could he uncover the source of the supernatural? Could he find a truth that would unravel the doubts in his heart?
Yet the terror in the darkness continued to unfold.
Because the ghost codenamed Ghost Messenger was within this darkness.
At that moment, Wang Xiaoming, Tong Qian, Li Jun, Feng Quan, and the others had forcibly endured several supernatural attacks and were already nearing the ghost coffin.
Ahead of them, a humanoid silhouette stood concealed in the darkness, motionless like a corpse, facing them. Beneath that silhouette lay a coffin-shaped object. The two seemed fused together, making for an especially eerie and chilling sight.
As everyone drew closer, the ghost ahead seemed to show no reaction at all. It appeared to have lost its ability to move and posed no threat whatsoever.
But such a naive assumption was clearly impossible.
The ghost had not remained still. Though it spent most of its time motionless, its posture changed at intervals.
When Wang Xiaoming had first lured this ghost into the ghost coffin, it had been lying inside the coffin. The Ghost Domain had formed a black coffin lid and pressed down over it.
Later, the coffin lid vanished, turning back into a Ghost Domain that