Yang Jian at this mont held the cracked long spear, staring intently at the diator that kept approaching.
The diator ignored the obstruction of other figures, walking straight through as if it were a living person moving of its own volition, not controlled by anyone.
"The fierce ghost in Room 301 could still move even after I triggered the diator, because the ghost in Room 301 could reverse invade from the diator, just like when I wield the Ghost Scissors, the curse is triggered and an invisible thread exists simultaneously. The Ghost Scissors serve to cut that thread, stopping the killer pattern of the fierce ghost."
"Similarly, the diator triggered by the Firewood Knife is also a curse. If the opponent has so special supernatural power, triggering the diator to deal with others would also alert them."
Yang Jian's eyes slightly moved.
Having dealt with the supernatural for a long ti, he had witnessed many incredible supernatural phenona, and now he roughly understood what was going on in his heart.
"Therefore, the opponent probably ca at because they thought they were being targeted the mont I triggered the diator, so they simply revealed themselves. They have no idea that my act of triggering the diator is on a large scale and not targeted solely at them."
"Therefore, I tricked this person into coming out."
Yang Jian was rapidly thinking, quickly deducing the situation, while also being secretly vigilant and on guard.
The guy who can reverse invade through the diator is absolutely terrifying, and no carelessness can be afforded.
Quickly.
The diators blocking the front started to decrease, and the figure traversing among them beca clearer, gradually appearing before Yang Jian.
Yet he still couldn't see clearly what this diator looked like completely, as there were other figures blocking it in front, making it difficult to discern its appearance amid overlapping shadows.
Yang Jian wasn't anxious. Since the other party showed up, being discovered was only a matter of ti.
"I can't give him ti to react. Since the opponent has killed Gao Ming and charged at along the diator, they surely co with ill intentions. Seize the mont and dismber him before he fully shows himself."
Looking at the figure already very close to him, Yang Jian felt a surge of killing intent.
He didn't need to wait for the opponent to fully reveal themselves; striking now is the best choice.
Even if there are many ordinary figures in the way, Yang Jian thought if this strike could eliminate a potential threat early, then mistakenly killing so people would be worth it.
With a stern expression, he didn't hesitate, gripping the Firewood Knife and striding forward.
Yang Jian and the figure in the diator approached each other.
The opponent seed to sense sothing, also quickening their pace.
"Is this guy planning to make a move too?"
Seeing this, Yang Jian's heart trembled, a nearly instinctive sense of crisis surged within.
"Under the diator's influence, contact is required to attack each other, which is why he charged straight at . Initially not speeding up was to avoid making wary, now seeing charge, he chose to tear off his disguise, striking first to gain the upper hand."
"Alright, let's see who's faster."
At this mont, Yang Jian instantly understood, but if it ca to a contest of speed, he definitely wouldn't lose.
Bear in mind, it was he who triggered the diator, and he stood upon the Ghost Shadow.
Under the cover of the Ghost Shadow, it was like being shrouded in the Ghost Domain.
In just a few steps, Yang Jian's body forward progressed by at least a dozen ters, this sudden maneuver would catch anyone off-guard, and he believed the spirit-handler inside the diator would be the sa.
The distance instantly shrank.
The gap between them was less than two ters.
Although there were still other diator figures present, this was within Yang Jian's attack range.
Yang Jian's eyes turned icy, raising the Firewood Knife sharply, cutting fiercely toward the person's diator.
This strike would at least mistakenly harm a dozen people, even fatally injuring those struck.
Yet he struck quickly and ferociously nonetheless.
Delaying for a mont could an death for him, while the opponent would have no rcy.
"Can it succeed?" This thought flashed through Yang Jian's mind.
However, the next mont.
A tallic clash suddenly echoed.
The opponent counterattacked with equal ferocity and terror.
Yang Jian's Firewood Knife didn't hit the opponent but struck a strange large knife, rusted and filthy as if unearthed long ago, reminiscent of those commonly used during the Republic of China Period, the blade continually oozing fresh blood as if it had just killed, impossible to wipe clean.
"A supernatural weapon, and not an ordinary one," Yang Jian's face turned grim.
Even though it felt like an actual confrontation through the diator, the strange rusted knife did not seem ordinary.
However, after blocking Yang Jian's Firewood Knife, the opponent didn't stop, lifting that strange rusted knife once more to slash at Yang Jian.
"Are you sothing to fear?" Yang Jian once again raised the cracked long spear to fight back.
Firewood Knife clashed again.
The Firewood Knife capable of dismbering any supernatural at this mont had no effect, and the rust-covered strange large knife remained unaffected.
Similarly, the opponent's strange large knife did not unleash any terrifying attack, leaving Yang Jian unscathed.
This exchange left both sides on equal footing, neither won nor lost.
No.
Strictly speaking, Yang Jian was slightly on the back foot.
Because he was the one who triggered the diator, yet the opponent only relied on so supernatural power to combat along the diator, and Yang Jian, who struck first, found no advantage, already putting him at a disadvantage.
"Yang Jian is fighting sothing, but we can't see it; is it the perpetrator?"
Li Jun's face changed upon witnessing the scene, imdiately intending to help.
But just as he stepped forward, he quickly stopped.
Because he didn't know how to assist.
At this mont, Yang Jian seed to be fighting with empty air, slashing wildly.
Yet peculiarly, every slash resounded with tallic clangs, even causing Yang Jian to slightly retreat with each clash.
It appeared that the unseen opponent struck with more force and severity.
"It must be the perpetrator, only the perpetrator would strike so rcilessly, leaving no room for maneuver."
Ah Hong's face also subtly changed, "Only, we don't understand how both sides are interacting; is it the Ghost Domain? It doesn't seem like it, or is the perpetrator still hidden around here?"
She couldn't comprehend.
Why could an unseen person contend with the visible Yang Jian?
If there were a Ghost Domain, Li Jun surely would have noticed, and since Li Jun hadn't interfered using it, this wasn't the Ghost Domain.
"Yang Jian, do you need help, what can I do now?" Li Jun didn't stand idly, calling out from the side.
"Bang!"
A tallic clash echoed, the opponent's power considerable, no, exceedingly heavy, making Yang Jian feel like the cracked long spear was too weighed down to lift, as though a fierce ghost pressed upon his arm.
Yet the cracked long spear should isolate supernatural influences, the opponent shouldn't theoretically affect him through weapon contact.
"No, sothing's not right, it's the blood, my Firewood Knife got tainted by the fresh blood on their large knife."
Yang Jian noticed a detail; despite many exchanges, even with diators granting separation from great peril, so supernatural contact was unavoidable.
Clearly.
The opponent's supernatural weapon is not just a simple supernatural weapon; it harbors multiple supernatural powers.
Just like Yang Jian's weapon, which combines the supernatural abilities of a firewood knife and a coffin nail.
Upon seeing Yang Jian's slightly delayed response, the opponent imdiately took a large stride forward, and the rust-covered eerie large knife in his hand rcilessly slashed down once again.
The timing and angle of this slash were quite precise, as if it had undergone specialized training.
"Did this guy actually train in martial arts?" Yang Jian was very surprised.
Ghost wielders rely on supernatural powers to kill, and they basically don't learn martial arts that have no use for them. Because in the face of ghosts, fancy martial arts only make your death more artistic, having no other value.
But surprisingly, the opponent had indeed learned so knife skills and combat techniques.
So there are only two possibilities: either this ghost wielder graduated from so martial arts academy, or he's lived for so long that he learned so potentially useful skills to pass the ti. .
If it were a normal contest, this slash would definitely have killed Yang Jian.
But this is a supernatural confrontation, not a lee with cold weapons.
At this mont.
Yang Jian's body leaned at an incredible angle and remained steadily rooted in place. His originally heavy and hard-to-lift fractured spear was raised up at this mont, blocking in front of him.
The rust-covered large knife passed through the eerie dium and struck Yang Jian's fractured spear shaft.
Although the spear shaft was full of cracks, it was crafted from special steel combined with gold, isolating the supernatural and withstanding a considerable amount of force, not easily bending on use.
This slash, as anticipated, did not cause any damage.
There wasn't even a single notch on the golden spear.
However.
An unbelievable scene unfolded.
A bloodstain appeared on Yang Jian's neck, encircling it and quickly seeping blood, a cold sensation creeping across his body along the bloodstain.
"Is this... a supernatural attack?"
He was uncertain and bewildered.
How could this be possible?
Across the dium, the slash struck the gold-covered spear and had no contact with Yang Jian, so why was he attacked?
The neck had been completely severed.
Yang Jian's head was sliding down, about to detatch from his neck. Simultaneously, it was not only Yang Jian's neck that was severed, but control over his body was also rapidly slipping away.
This was extrely bizarre.
It should be noted that Yang Jian's control over his body no longer depended on his brain, but on the Ghost Shadow.
Even if his body was completely lost, it didn't matter.
But now, after the arrival of this attack, a certain sense of body control was disappearing, as though a supernatural force was interfering with everything.
"Yang Jian."
Li Jun's pupils suddenly shrunk, then he shouted sharply, and the Ghost Fla on his body suddenly flared up.
Everything around was reflected in the firelight.
The next mont, he appeared in front of Yang Jian, imdiately pressed Yang Jian's neck, trying to prevent the head from falling.
"Did Yang Jian lose?"
Ah Hong was also stunned.
She never expected that even before the assailant revealed themselves, Yang Jian would be attacked supernaturally and beheaded.
"Where is the assailant? I'll go find him."
While pressing Yang Jian's bleeding neck, Li Jun asked eagerly.
He was so impulsive at the mont, eager to fight desperately with the opponent.
Yang Jian did not respond to Li Jun, he resolutely opened the ghost eye on his forehead, instantly activating the Ghost Domain to the seventh layer.
The seventh layer of the Ghost Domain is to reset oneself.
At that mont.
Yang Jian no longer hesitated, directly letting himself fall into a reset state.
The state of oneself reversed.
In just an instant.
The wound on Yang Jian's neck vanished, and the head that was about to fall off returned to normal.
"Your injury..." Li Jun, upon seeing this scene, was montarily stunned.
"I'm fine. The opponent is not simple, I carelessly fell into his trap."
Yang Jian, expressionless, with a sharp glare, stared intently at the dium ahead.
However, the figure that beheaded Yang Jian did not attack again, perhaps seeing Yang Jian reset and knowing he could not kill him, or perhaps he didn't want to drag it out any longer.
The figure was retreating, gradually lding into the countless reflections in the dium.
Yang Jian wanted to keep the opponent, but it was futile.
The dium was sothing beyond his control, only accessible through the firewood knife; other supernatural powers could not interfere.
And the firewood knife had just been tested; the opponent also had a supernatural weapon, and in the clash, Yang Jian gained no advantage, instead being forced to reset.
"Is it in that direction? Use the ghost painting to cover that entire area." Li Jun followed Yang Jian's gaze, and his Ghost Fla surged again, about to open a path to the Ghost Painting.
Yang Jian stopped him: "It's useless; he doesn't exist in reality, nor in front of us. I saw him through so supernatural dium; your supernatural attack would do nothing to him."
"Will he still make a move?"
"He's leaving, showing no intention of continuing. I can cut off the dium anyti, interrupting the attack, but I didn't do it. I wanted to see clearly who this guy really is." Yang Jian's eyes flickered, recalling the previous scenes.
His photographic mory enabled him to retrieve the recent events as if viewing photos.
"Yang Jian, did you see him clearly?" Ah Hong asked.
Yang Jian pushed Li Jun aside and slowly stood up: "No, though we attacked each other from a slight distance, that slight distance was obstructed by other diums, causing interference that prevented from seeing his appearance clearly."
"But his figure is sowhat familiar, seemingly not unfamiliar."
The opponent's dium did not appear again, seemingly truly hidden from sight.
However, if Yang Jian checks them one by one, he is confident about locating him, but what could he do even if he found him?
He couldn't defeat the guy through the dium either.
Unless using the reset to wear the opponent out.
But Yang Jian felt this thod was foolish, impractical.
Because the opponent surely has other unused ans.
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