The darkness that enveloped the training base dispersed, terror left, and light reappeared around.
Under the morning sun, the few surviving ghost hunters on an open ground inside the base were all sitting on the ground, their faces showing the joy of a narrow escape.
Yang Jian still wasn't careless but chose to watch the darkness leave.
He wouldn't let his guard down until he was absolutely certain of his safety. Being turned at the last moment could happen to others, but he would never allow it to happen to him.
"Has that ghost left?" he asked when he saw the darkness completely disappear from his line of sight, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, sitting on the ground as if all his strength had left him.
Despite basking in the warm sunshine, Yang Jian felt no warmth in his body at all, but rather an indescribable chill.
Up to now, he still found it hard to believe that he had actually survived.
It was so difficult.
