Wei Jing was far more difficult to deal with than imagined. He was an anomaly who had survived the Ghost Messenger incident, giving him an absurdly high starting point among Ghost Tamers. Yang Jian had endured the risks of multiple ghost resurrections and suffered one supernatural attack after another, only barely making something of himself after all this time.
Yet Wei Jing had merely gone through an accidental experiment, taken a nap, and become capable of contending with Yang Jian.
People really couldn't be compared.
"He used the dead man's head in the Ghost Infant's hands. The ghost shadow neutralized the ghost rope's attack, and with the Ghost Eye's Ghost Domain and the ghost hand's suppression, there's no reason Wei Jing should still be able to hold on."
Yang Jian was gripping Wei Jing's arm.
Though he was only holding one hand, it felt as though he had touched a real ghost. He felt no confidence at all, only unease.
Wei Jing stood motionless where he was. It seemed the suppression had truly worked. The dense darkness around them rapidly dissipated, and the Ghost Messenger's Ghost Domain could no longer be maintained. Just as when the Starving Ghost had been restrained, the Ghost Domain spanning the entire city vanished in a very short time.
The source of a Ghost Domain came from a fierce ghost. As long as the ghost was restrained, the Ghost Domain would naturally cease to exist.
But although Wei Jing's Ghost Domain had dissipated, his body began to stir.
His body did not move, but his head slowly turned. Accompanied by sharp cracks of breaking neck bones, Wei Jing's expressionless, icy face turned one hundred and eighty degrees to look at Yang Jian behind him.
Yang Jian's pupils contracted, and every hair on his body stood