Chapter 1411 - 1378: Revealing Himself and Making a Move

The launched spear was now affected by a terrifying supernatural power, flying towards the depths of the castle, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared from sight.

Clearly, Yang Jian’s wish had taken effect; from now on, the supernatural spear would not stop until it pierced the Manor Lord.

“Previously, when activating the medium and using the Firewood Knife, I should have scored a hit on him, but the results suggest otherwise. This Manor Lord hasn’t chosen to appear, testing my trump cards while stalling. He waits for additional support to arrive, avoiding a life-and-death struggle with me.”

Yang Jian’s ghostly eyes rotated, fixated on the direction where the spear vanished, then followed without hesitation.

The attack post-wish was merely the first step. The second step was to use this wish to locate the opponent, gaining another opportunity to strike.

In a dim corner of the castle, this was a place where the Ghost Flame could not reach.

The red spear seemed to have come alive, darting swiftly, occasionally pausing briefly, as if a fierce ghost was guiding the weapon in search of its target.

Meanwhile.

A man roughly fifty years old, somewhat frail, shrouded in darkness, walked heavily down the desolate corridor. With each step he took, a black footprint mismatching his size was left behind, and gradually unfamiliar footsteps began to echo.

Initially, there was only one echo, but as time passed, the footsteps multiplied behind him.

Having traversed merely a short distance, the footsteps became exceedingly dense, as if countless people followed behind, yet eerily the space was empty, with footprints appearing consecutively from nowhere.

Like a leader, the Manor Lord drew all footsteps to follow him.

Passing by a corridor window, the glass reflected a terrifying scene; the empty corridor seemed filled with countless people, expressionless, cold, numb, some mutilated, some decayed, some bleeding… A group of fierce ghosts.

The horrific reflection on the glass vanished in a flash, but in reality, behind the Manor Lord remained desolate, only the footprints endlessly emerging.

These footprints appeared because of the residual water on the ground.

“A hasty captain, so eager to eliminate me? Well then, let this young captain learn a hard lesson.” The Manor Lord’s expression was equally indifferent and cold, yet he seemed to understand Yang Jian’s every move without having met.

For this was his castle, his palace; here he was the true King, and no one could defy him.

Anyone who disrespects him here will become a lost soul, forever to follow him.

The next moment.

The Manor Lord disappeared from his original spot, reappearing elsewhere in the castle.

Just as he left, a red spear flew in from the other end of the corridor, only to miss, pausing briefly before adjusting direction to fly elsewhere.

The eerie Ghost Flame continued to burn deeper into the castle, while the residual water spread, covering everything with the supernatural.

Even the Manor Lord could no longer hide, thus he appeared.

“Stop searching, I am here.” As the Ghost Flame ceased abruptly, the Manor Lord’s figure emerged, blocking Yang Jian’s advance.

Yang Jian, who chased after him, halted abruptly, hesitated not and opened six-layer Ghost Domain to envelope, seeking immediate containment and sealing.

Against such a person, holding back was not an option.

“Your Ghost Domain is useless against me.” The Manor Lord’s hoarse voice revealed confidence and arrogance.

Where the red Ghost Domain spread, it was directly blocked like the Ghost Flame. A wall-like silhouette formed from myriad shadows, impenetrable, thwarting the supernatural itself.

Next instant, as Yang Jian acted, a red spear flew in from behind the Manor Lord, driven by the wish’s supernatural influence to stab at him.

But similarly.

Yang Jian’s spear became stuck mid-air unable to move, nor could it fall, seemingly caught.

Yet the spear vibrated continuously, an ongoing confrontation of supernatural forces. Occasionally it broke free, inching towards the Manor Lord, though such progress was painfully slow.

At least before the battle was over, Yang Jian’s spear could not pierce this person.

“If this is all you’ve got, then it’s a pity, you’re about to meet a gruesome end.” The Manor Lord’s lips curled into a cold smile, grimly sinister.

“You can easily block both the six-layer Ghost Domain and the wished-for spear?”

Yang Jian’s eyes narrowed: “I’ve never underestimated your King Organization’s Kings, but I expected more effectiveness from my skills. Evidently, that was my mistake, thinking it feasible to eliminate a King swiftly was unrealistic.”

“However, the confrontation has just begun.”

As he spoke, water flooded rapidly from all directions, converging in an inundation that submerged everything around.

Yet Yang Jian saw the Manor Lord stand atop the waters, immune to sinking—whether due to the terrifying supernatural power, or the Ghost Lake he wielded saturating after drowning over twenty ‘gardeners’—was uncertain.

Still, despite not sinking the opponent, the Ghost Lake unfolded a dreadful scene.

On the waters stood many ghosts, unseeable but manifest in reflection due to the Ghost Lake.

The fearsome ghostly figures encircled the Manor Lord, barricading any approach.

The red spear’s suspension was due to piercing through multiple ghostly forms, gripped by numerous ghosts, limiting its movements, with progress owing to the spear’s built-in Fatal Curse.

Similarly, Ghost Flame and ghostly eyes’ Ghost Domain were obstructed by these grim figures.

Invisible, yet truly surrounding the Manor Lord with tangible supernatural power.

“A ghost handler controlling so many fierce ghosts?” Yang Jian’s pupils contracted sharply.

Yet the Manor Lord offered Yang Jian no time to wonder, advancing towards him with echoing footsteps as the castle trembled—the manifold souls, ghosts surged forth, sealing off everything.

Instinctively Yang Jian tried stepping forward but found himself obstructed, an unseen wall barring his way.

Seeking another path proved futile.

Attempting Ghost Domain revealed a twisted ghostly sight, indistinct images conglomerating, obscured by dense supernatural forces.

Walls surrounded him, even overhead and below.

Yang Jian found himself trapped in a confining cage, immobilized.

“Let me crush your skull into dust.”

A black cane had mysteriously appeared in the Manor Lord’s hand, etched with ghastly faces, heavy and daunting, shattering the ground with a mere touch.

Evidently, a terrifying supernatural weapon.

The Manor Lord did not approach Yang Jian, perhaps sensing untapped tricks or suspecting a trap.

A captain wouldn’t easily be confined.

Thus he casually tossed the black cane forward.

“Let’s see, can you dodge now?” The Manor Lord’s raspy voice echoed.

The black cane’s trajectory was predictable; Yang Jian could evade if mobile.

Yet as the black cane flew, Yang Jian forcibly twisted aside, dodged but not entirely.

His shoulder was struck.

With a mere touch, his shoulder vanished into powder, and swiftly, his body was weathering at an unimaginable pace; within seconds, nothing would remain.

“You seem genuine, so just disappear like this,” the Manor Lord remarked coldly, standing firm, watching Yang Jian’s decline.

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