The supernatural powers displayed by the Manor Lord of the Terror Manor were terrifying. In the short-term supernatural clash, Yang Jian not only failed to win, but was sowhat at a disadvantage.
The paranormal attack landed on Yang Jian's shoulder, and with just a touch, his body began to rapidly disappear as if it were weathering away.
Yang Jian's face remained indifferent, unfazed, and his ghost eye slightly rotated, witnessing the eerie scene at the wound.
At the spot hit by the black hand, countless tiny mouths appeared densely packed. These mouths were lined with black teeth, gnawing at the flesh of his wound like ants, with such speed that the paranormal nature was unseen, creating the weathering effect.
"If this is all you have, then I'm sorry, but today your headquarters will lose yet another captain. But I reckon you have so trump cards left unused. In this situation, there's no need for holding back, is there? If you wait for the support from the other 'Kings,' your hunting plan will completely fail."
The Manor Lord's hoarse voice sounded, his wrinkled face cold and serious, as rigid as a stone pillar, unmoving.
He was cautious, never letting his guard down until the very end, and even now was not greedy enough to seize the red spear behind him.
Unless he saw Yang Jian dead before his eyes, this battle would never end.
Yang Jian smiled at this mont, his smile cold: "You're very cautious. Even in this sure-win situation, you showed no flaws. I must admit, you people from the King Organization are indeed not simple; killing you is both troubleso and difficult, completely different from those gardeners before."
While talking, his ghost eye rotated, his body enveloped in red light. In a re blink, the weathered parts of his body reversed instantly, erasing the supernatural damage, and he returned to being unscathed.
The Manor Lord's face remained calm at this result, not surprised at all.
The previous captain's dying counterattack nearly took down a 'King.' If this Enforcent Captain Yang Jian were so easy to kill, the Ark Plan wouldn't have needed to drag on so long; it would have been implented long ago.
"What a pity, it seems it is hard to take you down, but trapping you for a short period should be no problem."
The Manor Lord saw his attack had no effect and decided to stay cautious, opting for a safer strategy to delay, awaiting support.
Although restarting ignored the paranormal damage, the invisible walls around still existed, blocking Yang Jian's movents, preventing him from doing anything.
"But can you really block my actions?" The killing intent in Yang Jian's eyes remained intense.
He knew there wasn't much ti left. Continuing to delay might bring unforeseen changes, so he had to speed up his actions again.
Suddenly.
Yang Jian, trapped in place and unable to move, suddenly felt his body loosen. He fell directly into the water beneath his feet.
A shallow layer of water swallowed his body, taking him away from the spot.
"Hmm?" The Manor Lord's expression changed slightly, sensing a terrifying danger approaching.
He instinctively turned to look behind.
Behind him, Yang Jian's figure erged from the puddle, grasping the red spear stuck in midair.
"I say, the supernatural blocking shall disperse."
"I say, this blade will surely strike the person before ."
Yang Jian spoke in a deep, resonant voice, no longer a devil's whisper but like divine truth, with words that would inevitably co true.
As soon as he said this.
The Manor Lord imdiately felt that the ghostly wall ford by nurous paranormal forces had a crack. This crack widened, as if an unseen ferocious ghost was tearing at the wall.
"This distance, too close, it will truly be breached."
At this mont, the Manor Lord realized why the spear, which couldn't successfully attack him before, kept advancing towards him. It was to close the distance for the next strike.
Yang Jian's earlier attack was rely buying ti and diverting attention.
Amid the terrifying paranormal collision, Yang Jian clearly felt the obstacle before him weaken. Even though the opponent could block six layers of Ghost Domain and Ghost Fla, under the Wishing Ghost's supernatural boost, the unseen wall was still breached. Perhaps it was just a gap, but it was enough.
The cold Firewood Knife had already co down, the body of the Manor Lord before him overlapping with the dium. This slash was bound to be unpleasant.
However, the Manor Lord reacted, and the black cane thrown before reappeared in his hand, lifting to block, attempting to thwart Yang Jian's assault.
The Firewood Knife and the black cane, two supernatural items, collided at that mont.
Upon collision, countless horrific screams echoed within the entire castle. The Firewood Knife's strike was terrifying, but the ghost living within the cane was also nacing.
In the brief clash, the two supernatural weapons quickly decided the winner.
The black cane only lasted a second before being severed by the Firewood Knife, and the following assault landed on the Manor Lord's body, a slash cutting from his shoulder, almost cleaving him in two. But the angle went awry, dismbering an arm and leaving a ghastly gash on his chest.
At this mont, the Manor Lord couldn't maintain his previous composure. His eyes narrowed slightly as he retreated repeatedly, feeling the terrible spirit eroding his body, preventing the wound from closing, and even stripping so of the supernatural completely away from him.
"If you have any asures left, you better use them quickly; I'm afraid you won't get another chance." Yang Jian warned him.
"A nice attack, but wanting to smoothly win this battle, you're still lacking."
The Manor Lord quickly cald down, and countless small hands grew from his splitting wounds. Those hands were dark and cold, like newborn babies, connecting and pulling each other, forcefully restoring the torn wound in a blink of an eye, leaving only a non-removable scar on his body.
The dismbered arm also moved on the ground, continually crawling back to the Manor Lord.
Clearly.
He was also a formidable. Even when dismbered, he wouldn't die, and his recovery speed was astonishing, maintaining mobility throughout.
"Use the Coffin Nail and pin him down directly."
Upon seeing this, Yang Jian understood what he needed to do next. His ghost eye opened once again, its eerie crimson light enveloping, trying to pause him within six layers of Ghost Domain. Even a second's interference would ensure his victory in this battle.
"Ghost Domain isn't exclusively yours." The Manor Lord growled hoarsely, seemingly angry.
A thick black mist surged from his body, expanding and engulfing in all directions.
From the black mist erged countless deceased souls, turned into by the Manor Lord's killings of ghost wielders. To so extent, they retained so of their earlier paranormal power. Although a single soul might be insignificant, when their numbers reached a certain point, it could create a transformation.
The pitch-black fog blocked everything. The light from the six layers of Ghost Domain tore open a part of the fog but couldn't reach deeper, failing to encompass the Manor Lord.
This was the second ti he blocked Yang Jian's Ghost Domain.
In the past, such a scenario would have been unimaginable.
But today, everything that happened to this manor lord seed very reasonable.
Accompanied by the ergence of the Ghost Domain, Yang Jian then saw a darker, eerie shadow appearing within the dense fog. That shadow was tall, seemingly the source of the Ghost Domain, but its form was completely different from the manor lord.
"Is this the terrifying ghost that the manor lord is controlling?" Yang Jian's intuition told him that this ghostly entity was the real thing he had to deal with.
But then again, his six-layer Ghost Domain continued to resist the black fog, the red long spear in his hand ready to strike.
"Is there no way to decide the winner?"
After a brief confrontation, Yang Jian instantly understood that under the circumstances where both parties were anomalies, neither feared exhaustion and the battle couldn't end in a short ti. He might be able to wear down the manor lord, but it would take considerable ti.
Currently, the other 'Kings' are rushing over, and he has a powerful sense of crisis; perhaps their reinforcents could arrive within a minute.
"He Yuelian, it's your turn to break this stalemate and send him on his way." He whispered softly.
A predetermined signal appeared.
The next mont.
Suddenly, amidst the castle infused with supernatural occurrences, a woman dressed in a red wedding dress and covered with a red veil appeared.
After He Yulian appeared, gray-white ashes floated throughout the entire castle, resembling burnt paper, as she slowly raised her palm, beckoning towards the dense fog.
Imdiately, the dense fog contending with Yang Jian beca uncontrollable, all rushing towards He Yuelian.
This was the fearful supernatural ability belonging to the Dried Corpse Bride before — able to summon ghosts.
"You actually have help?" The fog thinned, and the Ghost Domain was being breached; the manor lord's voice was tinged with shock and anger.
Never did he expect Yang Jian to be so insidious, hiding such a powerful ally without any prior detection.
"Assassinating a King is impossible without assistance. When you dealt with Zhang Jun, your allies were far more than mine. Did you think I ca to duel you alone? You're too naive." Yang Jian said coldly.
As the black mist transferred, the manor lord could no longer resist the impending red glow ahead.
Suddenly.
The thinning black mist was torn apart, and the six-layer Ghost Domain instantly enveloped over.
The supernatural power to suspend everything appeared.
The manor lord, even as a supernatural entity, terrifying in his own right, was disbanded as his arm was dismbered, and the black fog Ghost Domain was forcibly taken away by He Yuelian, leaving him powerless to escape suspension.
One second!
Two seconds!
Move, move!
The manor lord madly struggled to break this terrifying seal; his consciousness was clear, his body struggled to move, but it was slow. However, as ti passed, his ability to move increased.
This indicated that he couldn't be contained.
In less than six seconds, he would be able to act again.
But against Yang Jian, even one second of immobility could decide many things.
Suddenly.
The red long spear was thrown, piercing through the manor lord's skull in his incredulous gaze, precisely and swiftly hitting him, with the remaining force viciously pinning him against the wall behind.
The manor lord's body trembled, his hands sank, losing movent.
The eerie arm that had crawled next to him halted its movent at this mont, seed to lose its target, while the black mist enveloping He Yuelian dissipated instantly.
The retreat of supernatural phenona ant the source had been sealed.
"Did it succeed?" He Yuelian stood motionless, glancing around.
Yang Jian didn't speak; he rely walked over, cold-faced.
Just as the manor lord had cautioned against him before, he too wasn't careless; until the final mont, no one knew the outco of this battle.
However, when Yang Jian arrived before the manor lord and found no response, he assud he probably won, because if the enemy had any ans left, he would've retaliated by now.
This battle wasn't won easily; if it weren't for He Yuelian's appearance, it would've been difficult for Yang Jian to eliminate him alone.
"Quickly check the surroundings; if there are no flaws, we retreat back to Dachang City imdiately." Yang Jian surveyed the manor lord's corpse, the ghost eye continued scanning the castle, preparing to withdraw.
However, at this mont.
His expression changed drastically, as he saw the entire castle shift, as if drawn out from an oil painting, unreal.
"Not good, the reinforcents have arrived. Soone wants to use the supernatural to replace reality and keep us here." Yang Jian quickly realized the implication behind this unreal sensation.
"We mustn't be trapped here; otherwise, we'll be in grave danger."
He didn't dare to assu anything, having just faced the manor lord, Yang Jian understood that the opposing Kings were powerful; if they joined forces, it might genuinely threaten his life, especially since they possessed Coffin Nails.
The objective of Yang Jian's visit was complete; bringing along He Yuelian was rely for ergencies. Now that the goal was achieved, as long as they could retreat safely, it counted as a victory.
Yang Jian let He Yuelian enter the Ghost Lake first, then he intended to take the manor lord's body.
At this mont, he discovered that most of the manor lord's body had vanished, turning into a projection on the wall due to so supernatural influence — visible but untouchable.
"The enemy acts swiftly."
Yang Jian hesitated not and could only cut off the manor lord's head, taking it into the accumulated waters and disappearing swiftly.
The mont he vanished; the entire manor was replaced by the supernatural force, and reality was eliminated, everything erased.
And not far from the Terror Manor, an old canvas appeared at so unknown ti, with an oil painting of an eerie castle upon it.
Even more bizarre, the canvas continuously drips water.
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