Yang Jian looked at the old red makeup case in his hand. Although he planned to try reviving A Hong, he knew full well that A Hong was already dead, and Li Jun was unlikely to be painted back into existence. The two of them had done their utmost to take down one of the enemy Kings along with an entire squad.
"Actually, I bear a great deal of responsibility for this outcome. If I hadn't been a paper man, Li Jun and A Hong wouldn't have died. I tried to persuade them midway through, but that's just Li Jun's personality. I couldn't stop him," Liu San's paper man said with a trace of self-reproach.
"There's no point talking about that now." Yang Jian gazed out at the sea beneath the night sky.
His Ghost Eye peered into the distance, extending dozens of kilometers, yet it found not the slightest trace of supernatural activity.
Too much time had passed. Ghost Herder Chen Qiaoyang's supernatural power was terrifying; he could drive ghosts away, and ghosts moved in ways that were exceedingly strange. No one could easily track their movements.
"Perhaps this was already the best possible outcome for them. Besides, there's no time to mourn Li Jun and A Hong's departure. The battle is still ongoing. The clash between the King Organization and Headquarters has only just begun. We've already suffered heavy losses, and that means we can't afford to lose."
Yang Jian did not linger. He put away the makeup case and turned to leave.
Liu San's damaged paper man watched Yang Jian leave. The matter weighing on him had finally been settled, so he no longer maintained the state of that broken paper man and directly destroyed it.
Without the support of that supernatural power, the paper man instantly