Plundering the Strange Power

A figure in ink style, accompanied by a breeze blowing from outside the door, appeared in the eyes of Fang Yuan and Ji Yueyi.

"The ghost in the painting?" Ji Yueyi frowned, looking at this ink-style ghost with vigilance. In her eyes, this ghost seemed to have no thickness, just like a piece of paper. No, it should be thinner than paper, even invisible from certain angles. Because this ghost was like a shadow, without any thickness. Anyone could only see the front of this ghost, not its side.

In the next second after this ghost appeared in the painting, Fang Yuan and Ji Yueyi felt a flash of light in front of them, and they instantly appeared on a cliff.

On the cliff, a house was lit up with lights. In the sky, thunder and lightning intertwined, occasionally roaring, and electric lights flickered across the sky. Below the cliff, the waves surged, sparkling with reflected light.