Jiangcheng seemed to realize something and immediately pressed, "How strong... how strong is he?"

Speaking of this, Master Shui's expression also became solemn. He stretched out his left hand, leaving a shallow gap between his index finger and thumb, and said in a hoarse voice, "Compared to our benefactor, he's only a hair's breadth away."

Upon hearing this, everyone gasped. What kind of person was Xia Tan? He almost single-handedly forced the Night Watcher plan to be postponed for 20 years, and was the only person who had ever broken through the old chairman's domain alive. And this person's strength was only a hair's breadth away from Xia Tan...

Jiangcheng slowly exhaled. "It's Gong Zhe."

"Gong Zhe?" Fatty couldn't help but blurt out, "What? He's on the bus too?"

According to the previous plan, it shouldn't have been this quick. Moreover, they were still on the bus, and the consequences of this were completely uncontrollable.

Listening to Master Shui, Gong Zhe now was probably completely corrupted, completely reduced to a madman who only knew how to kill and devour. Even if they stood in front of him, they would probably be attacked.

And whether Wu could stop Gong Zhe now, Jiangcheng really had no confidence.

More importantly, letting Gong Zhe get on the bus should have been Lin Wan'er's plan. And the reason for such urgency could only be one thing: the situation in the outside world was extremely critical, and the war with the Night Watchers had already begun.

Master Shui pursed his lips and, after recalling, spoke again, "It's not just that crazy guy. There are many other auras in that domain, but none of them are as powerful as that guy."

Jiangcheng slowly nodded. He had probably guessed it. Lin Wan'er couldn't have let Gong Zhe get on the bus alone. They must have used some method to open the entrance to that bus, and then sent Gong Zhe, along with a group of Frozen Apostles, onto it.

Lin Wan'er had once hinted to him that they had a way to do this.

Jiangcheng wanted to ask clearly at the time, but Lin Wan'er avoided the topic.

If that were the case, then a world-shaking battle must have occurred in the old chairman's domain, and even the "passengers" on the bus could not stay out of it.

The fact that the old chairman was injured reflected how fierce the battle was.

Thinking of this, Jiangcheng's mind conjured up that middle-aged man's stern face. He had never met Xia Tan, but Gong Zhe now was so similar to Xia Tan back then. Even though the future was uncertain, they all resolutely chose to embark on this path of no return.

Xia Tan and his resistance army 20 years ago, Gong Zhe and his group of Frozen Apostles now...

History was strikingly similar. There was no such thing as absolute heroism, but at the important dividing lines of history, there would always be a few brilliant figures who expelled evil and supported the righteous path.

Xia Tan was one, and Gong Zhe was now. Gong Zhe himself must have known that they had no chance of winning against the old chairman, but doing so could buy time for the remaining survivors and create opportunities.

The old chairman was severely injured by Xia Tan and the resistance army, and now he was injured again by Gong Zhe and his Frozen Apostles. Such injuries could not be recovered in a short time, so... so it created an opportunity for them. Jiangcheng had a feeling that the day they met the old chairman again would be the final battle.

Now that the current chairman of the Night Watchers was dead, when this news spread to the outside world, it would undoubtedly be a huge blow to the remaining stubborn factions of the Night Watchers. With Wu, coupled with the Crimson led by Lin Wan'er, the Dark Army led by Old Man Luo, and most importantly, the intervention of the national forces, it would not be difficult to wipe out the remaining forces of the Night Watchers.

Those remaining forces would at most cause some trouble, cause a certain range of panic, but the overall situation was settled.

The most棘手 (jíshǒu – thorny) problem now was still the old chairman. They knew almost nothing about the old chairman's strength and abilities.

That ghost bus was just a tool for the old chairman to distort reality, and it was definitely not all of him.

Regarding this question, Master Shui gave his own opinion, "The one who shot before... that thing, the power on the dead chairman was given by it. I can feel that their abilities have some common ground."

They had seen the chairman's attack methods, which was that black energy, containing the most vicious curses and the deepest despair.

However, Master Shui seemed to see what everyone was thinking and slowly shook his head, his expression unusually cautious. "You underestimate him. His most terrifying thing is not power, but control. The people in that ghost building possessed considerable power during their lives, and some were even tricky for me to deal with. But the chairman can not only make them into puppets, but also, most terrifyingly, arbitrarily strip them of their abilities and then give this ability to others."

After a pause, Master Shui added, "Of course, this is not a gift, it is a curse. The power obtained in this way has great side effects, and the degree of backlash will be even more terrifying."

Hearing this, even Fatty understood. No wonder General Guo and the others were able to build a legion of disciples in a short period of time. It turned out that this was all because the chairman forcibly extracted the abilities of other disciples in the building and granted them to them.

However, the side effects of this alternative way of obtaining disciples were also very terrifying. General Guo and the others faced a stronger backlash than ordinary disciples.

And the reason why the Lord of Zhennan became the inhuman, ghostly figure he was now was also because he was bewitched by the chairman, accepted a door that did not belong to him, and, while gaining power, also doomed himself to a miserable end.

Now that the final enemy had appeared, the old chairman's horror was obvious to all. Ordinary disciples, and even ghosts, were completely unable to compete with him. Jiangcheng looked at Master Shui, he had the intention of inviting him to join, but he didn't know how to ask.

But in the next second, Master Shui spoke first. He said bluntly, "Jiang boy, to tell you the truth, this old man doesn't like you. You have too many tricks up your sleeve. But what happened before was my fault to you, my fault to this little brother Wu. And the most important thing is that our benefactor has decided to stand on your side."

Master Shui's old eyes were red, and tears dripped down. "This old man feels ashamed! Back then, I knew that our benefactor was injured, and I wanted to escort him safely away, but our benefactor... our benefactor wouldn't allow it. Looking back now, our benefactor must have known that he was no match for that thing. He was afraid of implicating me, implicating me in dying with him!"

Master Shui cried sincerely, and Jiangcheng couldn't help but sigh. These ghosts who had lived for who knows how many years were actually more sentimental than people.

Master Shui wiped his nose fiercely, then casually wiped it on his body, and said firmly, "So this time, this old man will help you. Our benefactor's revenge cannot go unavenged. Even if it's a mountain of knives and a sea of fire, this old man will accompany you!"