In that deathly silent, dim world.
Coffin after coffin lay on the ground, densely packed and stretching out in every direction, turning this world into a world of coffins, and a world of ghosts.
Because a ghost stood inside every coffin.
They were not fake, but real, because at this very moment, some ghosts had already stepped one foot out of their coffins, seemingly intending to walk toward Wang Xiaoming, Li Jun, and the others trapped here.
Only now, after facing the Ghost Messenger, did Wang Xiaoming, Li Jun, Tong Qian, Feng Quan, and the others truly understand why this S-class supernatural incident was so terrifying. This kind of supernatural threat was simply not something ordinary Ghost Tamers could resolve. It did not matter whether you controlled two ghosts or even three—your final outcome would still be death.
The ghost's restart ability did not bring another round of attacks, but increased its own numbers.
It was practically like cheating in a game—enough to make people cry from being crushed, without even allowing them to quit.
But now, even if they wanted to cry, they could not.
Cold sweat poured from everyone's foreheads. Their pupils contracted, and terror enveloped their entire bodies. Yet more than the supernatural itself, what terrified them was a deep sense of despair.
They were among the country's top Ghost Tamers. They had handled supernatural incidents more than once or twice. As long as there was still hope, still an opportunity, they would never give up. Even in the bleakest situation, they would seize the final shred of opportunity and turn the tables.
But this sight made them deeply realize that there was no opportunity, no hope, and no possibility of overturning this desperate situation.
An inescapable Ghost Domain, a ghost coffin that could not be taken