201 – I’ll Wait for You Here
Yang Jian lit the Ghost Candle, having enough time to wear down Ye Feng.
He didn’t believe that guy could withstand one hour.
However, Ye Feng’s aggressive behavior had already told him the outcome; he couldn’t last an hour.
Continually using the power of that shroud non-stop, in such a situation, having control over two ghosts was in vain.
The longer the power of the Evil Ghost was used, the faster its revival would be.
Therefore, a ghost manipulator must ensure that every use of an Evil Ghost’s power is brief.
“Thinking you can rely on the protection of that shroud to come kill me directly, I have to say, you’ve chosen a poor outcome,” Yang Jian said, not with worry, but with some glee.
His situation seemed a bit better than Ye Feng’s, but in reality, it wasn’t that much better.
The Ghost Domain was always in use.
If the stalemate went on, his Ghost Eye would also continue to revive.
Of course, he would never admit these concerns in front of an enemy.
The thought struck him; Ye Feng’s aggressive choice undoubtedly further shortened his own Evil Ghost’s revival time.
Ye Feng, with a cold face, walked step by step toward Yang Jian along the asphalt road covered in red light.
Ghost Ropes floated densely above the road, and one after another, these ropes, akin to Evil Ghosts possessing someone, descended from the sky, inciting fear and apprehension.
An ordinary person would’ve died a thousand times already in such a situation.
But he was not an ordinary person.
The shroud on him offered protection.
That was why he dared to act so recklessly.
Like Ye Feng, who also controlled two ghosts, he believed no one could be his match.
“Too slow; can’t you walk any faster? Since the Ghost Ropes can’t affect you, you should be running,” Yang Jian said, sitting on the steps at the doorway, watching him and occasionally urging him on.
Ye Feng’s face darkened.
Run?
Using the power of the Evil Ghost excessively in a short time could also directly trigger its revival.
He could only grasp a degree of it, ensuring everything was within his own tolerance.
“Yang Jian, don’t celebrate too soon. Although you’ve made Wang Yue’s Ghost Rope revive a bit beyond my plan, this situation is still within my means to cope with. Today, you are doomed,” Ye Feng retorted.
“Yes, yes, yes, I’m doomed, so come on and kill me then. I’m a bit scared sitting here; if you don’t come over soon, I might just leave,” Yang Jian replied, nodding.
“Damn it.”
Ye Feng wanted to curse but couldn’t bring himself to do it.
His ability, although special, lacked the flexibility of Yang Jian’s Ghost Domain.
The inability to appear anywhere at will was his greatest flaw, which was why he previously needed Wang Xiaoqiang to pin down Yang Jian’s Ghost Domain; otherwise, he would have no way to deal with Yang Jian.
Of course, Yang Jian had no way to deal with him either.
At this moment.
Outside of the Ghost Domain.
Wang Xiaoqiang, whose face had been brutally torn to shreds by Yang Jian earlier, was now enduring a rotten head that wasn’t his own, and once again picked up his torn face.
It was like putting on a mask as he slowly fitted it onto his head.
The flesh adhered and gradually fused together.
Wang Xiaoqiang had revived once again.
“This Yang Jian must be killed,” he gritted his teeth, looking at the small path shrouded in red light ahead.
Wang Xiaoqiang could no longer see the situation inside.
The Ghost Domain blocked everything; he couldn’t breach the Ghost Domain and had no idea what was happening inside.
But from the current situation, it seemed Ye Feng was also stuck.
Yang Jian was not so easy to kill.
“Still can’t get into the Ghost Domain?” Wang Xiaoqiang attempted to go and help; he stepped onto the road enveloped by red light, only to find himself just standing there, nothing special.
The red light seemed illusory, passing directly through his body.
After several attempts, all ended in failure.
“Who?”
Suddenly.
Wang Xiaoqiang sensed a chilling breeze, that sent shivers down his spine. A particular intuition made him look towards a direction with a trace of alarm.
On the green lawn, a girl in a tattered dress, who was not there before, now stood.