An earth-shaking event occurred in Dahai City that evening.
Ye Zhen of the Supernatural Forum had fought Yang Jian, a captain from Headquarters.
Though the news had not fully spread yet, people in the supernatural circle had gradually learned of it.
And the moment they clashed, it caused an unimaginable impact.
Even the weather over Dahai City had changed.
The evening sky had become an eerie world shrouded in red light, as if the entire city had fallen into some terrifying supernatural incident. Worse still, a skyscraper dozens of stories tall had begun to collapse with a thunderous roar. Most frightening of all, the battle was not over yet.
This was only the beginning.
Yang Jian had struck without mercy. He usually did not make a move, but when he did, he never left anyone a way to live.
That was his style, and his nature.
Ye Zhen seemed to be testing Yang Jian's abilities with his own life. He had been bitten by the Ghost Child, his body corroded by corpse water, suppressed by the Ghost Hand, had his neck snapped, fallen from the sky, and then had his heart directly pierced by Yang Jian's bizarre firewood axe.
He had even nearly been sent out of the real world by a beam of red light from the Ghost Eye.
Yet after enduring so many attacks, Ye Zhen was not dead. He was still alive, and even the injuries he had suffered before had healed.
The change was simply unbelievable.
However.
On the top floor of Pearl Building.
Inside Ye Zhen's lounge.
A glass display rack stood against one wall of the lounge, filled with figurines of various anime characters.
Strangely enough.
From left to right, the first figurine had a chunk missing from one arm. The edges around it