Chen Qiaoyang had been caught.
He stood motionless in the empty street, stiff as a puppet.
A massive shadow spread beneath his feet. It was pitch-black and bizarre, unlike the shadow of any normal building. As time passed, Chen Qiaoyang's body was gradually being swallowed by it.
The Ghost Shadow's invasion continued smoothly.
However, because Chen Qiaoyang possessed some kind of supernatural power, the invasion was not progressing quickly.
But Chen Qiaoyang had no way to resist the invasion, because there were no more ghosts at his side that he could use.
"So, I won the second round?" Yang Jian stared at him, his Ghost Eye turning restlessly.
Under his watchful gaze, it would be extremely difficult for Chen Qiaoyang to escape.
"You little bastard, if I hadn't yet taken away those ghosts from the Wang Family's old residence, do you think you'd be a match for me?"
Chen Qiaoyang gritted his teeth, his aged face twisted with ferocity.
He was deeply unwilling to accept this. Before he could even display his full abilities, he had been cornered. And every opponent he encountered was a freak—none of them normal. His luck had truly hit rock bottom.
"Do you think saying that means anything? A loss is a loss. What reasons or excuses could there be? There's no such thing as luck when dealing with the supernatural." Yang Jian remained vigilant as he waited for the Ghost Shadow's invasion to finish.
Chen Qiaoyang's expression darkened, and he said nothing.
The commotion here had long since drawn Wang Chaling's attention outside the old residence.
Yang Jian had fought within the Ghost Domain earlier, but they were no longer inside it now. Naturally, the people outside could see what was happening.
At that moment.
Wang Chaling hurried over, but by the time he