"Why is this happening?"
Despair, suffocating aura enveloped within the sea of fire.
Zhao Jianguo was in pain and remorse, unable to do anything but watch as each ghost handler gathered at headquarters perished in the supernatural flames. Even the top ghost handlers were easily killed in front of Yang Jian, without the slightest ability to resist.
In just less than ten minutes, their group was utterly defeated. Even if Yang Jian were dead now, the headquarters would be a name only, and recovery seemed almost impossible.
"Ah!"
The cries of agony echoed, coming from within the flames. Zhao Jianguo no longer knew which ghost handler had died; he just knew that no one familiar was left by his side — only a few scattered ghost handlers survived, fending off this dreadful blaze.
