On the deck of the Ghost Ship.
In the darkness, terrifying supernatural attacks erged one after another. The degree of horror of the ghosts here exceeded imagination, and even Yang Jian couldn't handle it. His supernatural thods could only temporarily repel the ghosts' attacks, but this did not prove very effective.
After being briefly repelled, the ghosts would soon attack again, even if dismbered by the Firewood Knife, with so ti they would recover.
At the sa ti as he repelled the ghosts, Yang Jian also suffered from supernatural attacks. These attacks were unavoidable, and he could only rely on his anomalous nature to withstand them; however, this inevitably led to severe injuries.
Only through repeated retreats and restarts to evade such spiritual harm, Yang Jian managed to survive.
"Luckily, the six ghost eyes had crashed before. Activating the seven-layer Ghost Domain has greatly reduced the difficulty of restarting, and the consumption is very small, otherwise, I would have been exhausted to death here, with no way to be alive when the Ghost Ship appears in reality."
In the darkness, Yang Jian held a red spear. He gasped, and eerie injuries began to appear all over his body.
The ti interval for his every restart was too short, resulting in him returning to a minute ago with the injuries from a minute ago still present. Restarting to two minutes ago was not much better, so each restart only dragged his ti farther and farther back. .
Yang Jian knew clearly that there was a limit to restarting himself.
If the ti spent fighting the ghosts here was too long and exceeded his limit for restarting himself, his restart would lose its effect, and that would be the real desperate situation.
"My limit for restarting myself is half an hour, which ans if I am constantly attacked by ghosts here for half an hour, the restart will be aningless. At most, it would return to the state of the first attack thirty minutes ago."
"Now I've lasted here for about twenty minutes, there are still ten minutes until my limit,"
Yang Jian was calculating his limit ti while fighting the ghosts.
That ans, in ten minutes he might be exhausted to death on the Ghost Ship.
"Bang!"
A dull loud noise echoed behind him. In the darkness, an iron rod covered in clotted blood landed on Yang Jian's head. With just one hit, he lost his ability to move and fell to the ground, even his consciousness was blurred. If not for the protection of the Evil Hound, this attack would have been fatal to Yang Jian.
"Damn it."
Yang Jian was both shocked and angry. He didn't hesitate, imdiately restarting, otherwise, in the mont of injury, the nearby ghosts would tear him to pieces.
After another restart, Yang Jian's injuries disappeared.
At the mont the injuries disappeared, Yang Jian rushed in the direction of the ghost attack. The red light of the ghost eyes montarily tore through the surrounding thick darkness, revealing the ghost hidden in the darkness. Then his Firewood Knife fell, directly chopping the ghost into two halves.
After the ghost was dismbered, it fell silent and collapsed to the ground, and the blood-stained iron rod clattered to the deck.
Yang Jian didn't have ti to pay attention and couldn't retrieve that supernatural item. Imdiately his legs were grabbed by a cold corpse, the rigid hands clamping tightly onto his calf, the fingers embedding into his flesh and blood.
Being held by this ghost, his lower body quickly began to lose feeling, and this sensation kept spreading to his upper body.
Yang Jian imdiately reacted. One by one, Ghost Hands appeared on the cold corpse below him, trying to use the suppressing properties of Ghost Hands to counter this corpse.
However, even though the Ghost Hands covered the corpse entirely, it still held tightly onto Yang Jian's legs, unable to move an inch.
Apparently, the supernatural power of the Ghost Hand wasn't sufficient to deal with this ghost.
No choice, Yang Jian had to use the Ghost Fla.
Accompanied by the burning of the pale green Ghost Fla, the corpse at his feet twisted in pain. It finally had to let go and release Yang Jian.
But just as he escaped the corpse at his feet, a shadow flickered in the darkness and fiercely collided with Yang Jian from behind.
Yang Jian felt like he had been hit by a supernatural bus. He went flying again, unsure of where he rolled to.
"That again? Damn it, I suffered at the hands of this ghost before."
He wanted to stand up, but his body didn't respond, as if it refused to cooperate. At that mont, he subconsciously wanted to use the restart to eradicate such spiritual harm, but just as he was about to restart, Yang Jian held back.
He couldn't restart so frequently because he didn't know how long this kind of supernatural attack would continue.
But when he thought this, he quickly felt sothing strange.
It seed sothing was groping its way over from the nearby darkness, quickly approaching this direction.
The next mont.
Yang Jian felt his body sink, pressed down by sothing. He sensed a strong sll of rotting corpse and touched so disheveled strands of nearby hair.
This sensation was akin to Sleep Paralysis.
However, unlike Sleep Paralysis, his body rapidly regained feeling, breaking free from the previously inflicted supernatural harm. But at the sa ti, he felt the thing pressing on him wasn't disappearing.
No, it wasn't disappearing but was quickly invading his body, even Ghost Shadow couldn't block this intrusion.
No choice, Yang Jian had to restart.
As his own restart concluded, he finally freed himself from the ghost's attack, although only temporarily.
"Within a minute, I restarted twice. These restarts are too frequent, it seems the number of ghosts on the deck hasn't decreased since the start, which ans the most dangerous period hasn't passed."
Yang Jian gritted his teeth and continued to endure.
But at this mont, Ye Zhen's voice ca from the darkness: "Yang Wudi, let's join forces. The number of these ghost things is too many. I can't hold out any longer."
At this mont, Ye Zhen's limit seed to have arrived early, and he thickened his skin to actively request cooperation, no longer wantonly acting as before.
"We should have joined forces long ago. You insisted on going solo, wasting ti, talking about forming flanks, but that's nonsense. Ghosts are everywhere. Being alone is only more dangerous," Yang Jian said coldly.
"Sha leads to bravery, it's not too late now. Sotis temporary retreat is just for brewing a more powerful attack."
After Ye Zhen's voice fell, his figure retreated from the darkness and quickly crossed the burning Ghost Fla to reach Yang Jian's side.
At this mont, Ye Zhen looked miserable, bruises all over his body resembling corpse spots, with bites and scratches on his arms and thighs, even his eyes bleeding continuously.
The supernatural Scapegoat Ghost was in effect, but the speed of transferring injuries couldn't keep up with the speed of injuries caused by the ghosts. Because of this, his Scapegoat Ghost ability was gradually failing. If this situation didn't change, Ye Zhen would also be exhausted to death on the deck.
But Ye Zhen understood his situation, so without hesitation, he chose to join forces with Yang Jian.
As long as Yang Jian could take on half of the supernatural attacks, his Scapegoat Ghost supernatural ability could quickly erase the injuries on his body and recover.
"Stop being stubborn. It's not shaful to admit you can't win. If this condition on the Ghost Ship continues for another ten minutes, I might also die here," Yang Jian said.
"You can last another ten minutes? I can barely hold on for three more minutes," Ye Zhen said in surprise.
"This isn't the ti for comparisons. You cover the back, I'll cover the front. The danger around us is still increasing. If we can't hold on, we'll both end up dead," Yang Jian said.
At this mont, the two finally joined forces.
Yang Jian felt the pressure lighten, as Ye Zhen was responsible for dealing with the ghosts behind him. But it was the sa for Ye Zhen, he no longer needed to guard against attacks from the rear, as Yang Jian blocked them for him.
The situation improved sowhat.
The frequency of Yang Jian's restarts decreased, and Ye Zhen's Scapegoat Ghost's limit wasn't reached so quickly either. His injuries continued to heal.
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