The atmosphere in the banquet hall, which had been tense just a moment ago, had now fallen into a bizarre tranquility.
Everyone had thought that the conflict between Yamazaki and Yang Jian would surely spark a very cruel battle, one that might even accidentally drag many others into the fray, leading to chaos that cannot be controlled. However, no one could have expected that the so-called struggle would be resolved so quickly.
How many seconds had it been?
Probably less than ten seconds.
And the Yamazaki who was just here, had now vanished into thin air, as if he had never existed in this world, not leaving behind a single trace. The only thing left was a curled up, bizarre corpse on the ground, its sex unknown, not even its face could be clearly discerned.
But there was no doubt, it was the ghost that inhabited Yamazaki.
The person had disappeared, yet the ghost remained.