Chen Qiaoyang was captured.
He stood motionless on the deserted street, frozen like a puppet.
A massive shadow loomed beneath his feet, dark and eerie, unlike the shadows of normal buildings. As time passed, Chen Qiaoyang's body gradually became enveloped by the shadow.
The invasion of the Ghost Shadow continued smoothly.
However, because Chen Qiaoyang's body possessed some form of Supernatural Power, the invasion process was not fast.
But Chen Qiaoyang was powerless to resist this invasion, as he no longer had any usable ghosts at his disposal.
"So, the second round… I win, right?" Yang Jian stared at him, his Ghost Eye twitching restlessly.
Under his gaze, Chen Qiaoyang found it incredibly difficult to escape.
"You little bastard! If I hadn't taken the ghosts from the Wang Family's ancient house yet, do you think you'd even measure up to me?"
Chen Qiaoyang gritted his teeth, his old face contorted and ferocious.
