Everything had happened too quickly. The six messengers had wanted to join forces and take down Yang Jian, only for him to kill four of them in an instant. Though two of them had been incompetent and their deaths were no great loss, Wang Xiuying and that designated driver had died far too tragically.
One possessed a Ghost Domain capable of twisting everything, while the other could transform into a vicious ghost and wield a sharp knife, ferocious beyond measure.
If the two had worked together, they would have been unstoppable.
But why?
Why had Zhao Feng not died after being stabbed?
Even if he had been replaced, one stab should have sealed his fate. There was absolutely no way he could have survived and regained consciousness.
Confusion.
Incomprehension.
Everything had happened too fast just now. Many things had completely defied common sense; none of it made any sense.
But this did not seem like the time to think about that.
Because Yang Jian was still here.
Only Liu Ziwen and Wang Yong remained among the messengers.
And Zhao Feng was not dead yet. He was still watching them like a tiger eyeing its prey.
"Are we still joining forces and fighting?" Liu Ziwen glanced at Wang Yong, unease filling his heart.
Could they really win if they continued fighting? Would they not be instantly killed like the others?
"Wang Yong, do you know why I didn't attack you?" Yang Jian spoke at that moment.
"Because I'm the hardest to deal with. You wanted to clear out the others first, then focus on Liu Ziwen and me."
Wang Yong's face was cold. "So you used all your methods on the others, killing them in one blow. It looks terrifying, but it was all planned out. In truth, your abilities aren't