Supernatural confrontations were dangerous and deadly.
Tong Qian and Zhang Han had arrived by helicopter to provide support. Less than five minutes had passed before Zhang Han was killed. A living person moments ago had become a cold, twisted corpse, while Feng Quan was now buried beneath a tall burial mound, most likely dead as well.
Thick fog spread as the fierce ghosts revived.
Eerie, chilling laughter echoed through the air.
The once-peaceful highway had practically become a gathering place for horrors.
Yet the conflict was far from over.
"Both your teammates are dead. You're the only one left, Tong Qian. Are you still going to hold on? Stop attacking and leave now. I can promise not to kill you. Think about it—Yang Jian hasn't even shown up. He's probably dead already."
Liao Fan's voice was hoarse. Though his face was covered, his eyes revealed brutality and ferocity.
After consecutively taking out two of Yang Jian's people, there was no longer any possibility of reconciliation. It could only end with one side being completely wiped out.
He said this not because he intended to spare Tong Qian, but because he wanted to trick her into stopping.
As long as the laughter stopped, the echoes would disappear as well. Even if Tong Qian attacked again afterward, she would have missed the best opportunity.
It was a scheme.
If it worked, Tong Qian would have no chance of turning things around. He had already figured out the patterns behind her supernatural power. They were not complicated at all.
However, the female face that originally belonged to Tong Qian was filled with rage. She gritted her teeth. "You want me to stop? Dream on. Feng Quan is dead. Zhang Han is dead. You killed two people in charge in succession. For scum like