Ye Zhen raised his eyes to look at the chains that suddenly rushed in, violently thrusting the long sword in his hand into the ground. Immediately, his entire body became rigid, and livor mortis rapidly appeared on his deathly pale face.
As Ye Zhen's body changed, those chains emanating the stench of corpses all rushed toward him.
*Smack!*
A chain violently plunged into Ye Zhen's body, the sound dull, like dead meat striking an iron plate.
Immediately after, even more chains surged in from all directions, frantically coiling and tightening, one after another frigid chain madly wrapping around Ye Zhen's body.
"Fang Shiming, I can't hold out much longer."
Ye Zhen's right hand desperately gripped the sword hilt plunged into the ground, barely stabilizing his figure so he was not dragged away by the chains.
A mass of black-yellow wind immediately erupted, blowing around Ye Zhen's body, cooperating with him to barely resist the first wave of attacks.
"He blocked all the attacks for us, scapegoat."
Inside the prison that had already transformed into an apartment-style building, a yellow wind that shot straight toward the roof slowly swirled.
Right at this moment, behind Ye Zhen, a pitch-black, bizarre Western dress slowly stood upright, silently drifting toward Ye Zhen.
"He Yin'er!"
Fang Shiming looked at that bizarre Western dress; the current situation had already reached its limit.
"Wait a little longer!" He Yin'er's fingers were desperately clutching that old water cup. The blurry figure beside her was becoming increasingly solid, but still had not completely taken shape.
At this moment, the revival of three captain-level Kings after death had completely caused this battle to lose its balance.
Especially that ancient, yellowed book—with portraits of three people drawn on it. Although its abilities were unclear, the current state of these three vicious ghosts was obviously caused by that book.
"Relying on that book to achieve complementary puzzle pieces." Wang Xiaoming looked at that book and spoke. Even at a time like this, he was still analyzing the situation before him.
"Relatively complete vicious ghosts, huh..."
*Click...* Wang Xiaoming lit three red candles, and gloomy green flames suddenly erupted.
"Ten seconds..."
Wang Xiaoming watched the candles' furious burning speed, calculating the time.
"That's enough." He Yin'er let out a breath of relief. Beside her, a phantom, bizarre figure appeared.
It was an old man, deathly still, with one foot in the grave, standing quietly there. Within his pitch-black eye sockets were no pupils, observing the surroundings with sinister intent.
Through a medium, a long-deceased soul had reappeared in this world.
That old man exuded an aura of decay all over his body, as if he had just been dug out of a long-sealed coffin. Simply standing there made one's hair stand on end.
An aged voice rang out: "A spirit summoner from Taiping Ancient Town?"
He Yin'er immediately said, "Foreign ghost controllers have invaded our territory. Help me deal with them."
"Foreigners invading?"
Before the crowd could react, their vision suddenly went dark, and the surrounding light instantly vanished. When the light brightened again, the surroundings had completely changed.
Everyone stood in a cemetery that stretched endlessly. Within the cemetery stood countless grave mounds of varying heights. Some grave mounds still had old tombstones standing on them. These grave mounds stretched out in unbroken succession, forming a bizarre supernatural space.
An apartment-style prison towered atop the grave soil before everyone.
The next second, the grave soil sank. The frigid grave soil, emanating the stench of corpses, nearly instantly covered this apartment-style prison. The building fell straight down, sinking into this bizarre cemetery.
There was no roar, no struggle. The entire building just sank into the grave soil, completely vanishing from sight.
Immediately after, an old grave mound appeared abruptly—neither large nor small, inconspicuous within this endless cemetery.
The old man turned around stiffly, glancing at Ye Zhen and Fang Shiming.
He Yin'er immediately said, "They are my teammates."
"Not bad, youngsters."
As the old man's aged voice rang out, this endless cemetery was slowly becoming blurry, as if separating from reality.
Along with this grave-soil-filled supernatural space slowly dissipating, the old man's decayed figure also faded away. Only a single sentence was left behind, echoing faintly in the emptiness of the headquarters' main hall.
Abroad.
Liu San frequently turned his head to look behind him.
"Yang Jian... something's wrong..."
As Liu San and Yang Jian turned around, everyone's footsteps came to a halt.
Under the firelight, everyone stood quietly atop the ruins. Flames churned on all sides, and the air was saturated with a scorching, acrid heat.
The burning broken walls and ruins emitted crackling sounds, but no one made any unnecessary movements.
All the captains understood that the attack had already begun—perhaps from the King Organization, perhaps from the vicious ghosts within these raging flames.
Time passed minute by minute and second by second. Everyone was waiting tacitly. In a supernatural event of this level, any unnecessary movement might invite an attack.
"No problem, we can move."
Wang Chaling nodded. Behind him, a deathly still figure slowly reappeared.
"Liu San."
Yang Jian spoke, his tone steady. This was already the third time Liu San and he had worked together.
Liu San responded tacitly, "Give me a moment... this fire strongly counters my paper figurines..."
Without any flashy movements, at a certain instant, six paper figurines with stiff expressions abruptly appeared on the path they had come from. Every step precisely landed on everyone's footprints.
Liu San was simulating the route they had just taken.
Wang Chaling's gaze fell upon those few sallow paper figurines, lost in thought.
"Li Jun, when we were at headquarters, how many people were there?"
"Five." Li Jun paused, then spoke again, "No... six?"
"That's right. There is a person among us—as long as he is not seen, everyone will forget this person's existence."
Wang Chaling thought for a moment and continued asking, seemingly wanting to confirm some detail.
"What about on the plane?"
"Six. Is there a problem?"
"One too many..."
The air grew even more oppressive.
Shen Lin was already holding an axe in his hand, coldly sweeping his gaze over everyone.
"Wait." Seeing this, Li Jun immediately stepped in front of Shen Lin.
"Move aside." Shen Lin coldly stared into Li Jun's eyes.
"Since entering the border, someone has mixed in among us. This is also the reason you can remember so clearly."
The axe blade was already slightly raised.
"But he doesn't know the truth of a person that even we ourselves cannot remember."
At this moment, Liu San spoke, "Exactly... I have to admit he hid very well, but being too perfect instead revealed a flaw."
At some unknown time, four stiff paper figurines had already gathered beside Liu San.
"The one on the left!"
Shen Lin suddenly swung the axe violently toward the left.
Almost simultaneously, a pitch-black, headless ghost shadow instantly locked onto that person.
"Behind you!"
Right at the instant Shen Lin took action, Li Jun saw a deathly pale hand abruptly reach out from the shadow behind Shen Lin, gripping a blood-red dagger and thrusting straight at Shen Lin's spine!
Shen Lin paid it no heed at all. He merely exchanged a glance with Li Jun, and the sharp axe in his hand continued cleaving toward the person on the left.
A deep green ghost fire rapidly shot out. Li Jun stepped forward, standing back-to-back with Shen Lin.