"Why did this happen?"
An air of despair and suffocation blanketed the sea of fire.
Zhao Jianguo was in agony and filled with regret. There was nothing he could do. He could only watch helplessly as the Ghost Tamers gathered by Headquarters died one after another in the supernatural flames, while several of the strongest Ghost Tamers were effortlessly killed before that Yang Jian, unable to offer any resistance.
In less than ten minutes, their entire group had suffered a crushing defeat. Even if Yang Jian died now, Headquarters would exist in name only. Recovering from this would be nearly impossible.
"Ah!"
Screams echoed from within the flames. Zhao Jianguo no longer knew which Ghost Tamer had died again. He only knew that there was no one familiar left beside him. Only a scattered few Ghost Tamers remained alive, resisting the terrifying blaze.
"We lost. We lost terribly. Zhao Jianguo, this Yang Jian is far stronger than you described. Only Li Jun and I are still alive now. Everyone else is dead. Even if they are not dead, their chances are grim."
At that moment, Wang Chaling adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and walked over with a grave expression.
He walked through the firelight as a cold aura spread around him, blocking the burning ghost fire outside.
"I-I'm sorry. This is my fault." Zhao Jianguo's voice trembled. He was completely powerless and despairing.
"It is too late to say that now," Wang Chaling said. "You should immediately report the situation here to Headquarters and see whether they have any solutions. It would be best to have Old Qin come here. Li Jun and I will hold off Yang Jian for a while, but I do not believe we can last long."
"I understand." Zhao Jianguo looked at him and tremblingly took