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 somewhat at a disadvantage.
The paranormal attack landed on Yang Jianâs shoulder, and with just a touch, his body began to rapidly disappear as if it were weathering away.
Yang Jianâs 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.
âIf this is all you have, then Iâm sorry, but today your headquarters will lose yet another captain. But I reckon you have some trump cards left unused. In this situation, thereâs no need for holding back, is there? If you wait for the support from the other âKings,â your hunting plan will completely fail.â
The Manor Lordâs 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 moment, his smile cold: âYouâre 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 troublesome and difficult, completely different from those gardeners before.â
While talking, his ghost eye rotated, his body enveloped in red light. In a mere blink, the weathered parts of his body reversed instantly, erasing the supernatural damage, and he returned to being unscathed.
The Manor Lordâs face remained calm at this result, not surprised at all.
The previous captainâs dying counterattack nearly took down a âKing.â If this Enforcement Captain Yang Jian were so easy to kill, the Ark Plan wouldnât have needed to drag on so long; it would have been implemented long ago.
âWhat a pity, it seems it is hard to take you down, but trapping you for a short period should be no problem.â
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 Jianâs movements, preventing him from doing anything.
âBut can you really block my actions?â The killing intent in Yang Jianâs eyes remained intense.
He knew there wasnât much time 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.
âHmm?â The Manor Lordâs expression changed slightly, sensing a terrifying danger approaching.
He instinctively turned to look behind.
Behind him, Yang Jianâs figure emerged from the puddle, grasping the red spear stuck in midair.
âI say, the supernatural blocking me shall disperse.â
âI say, this blade will surely strike the person before me.â
Yang Jian spoke in a deep, resonant voice, no longer a devilâs whisper but like divine truth, with words that would inevitably come true.
As soon as he said this.
The Manor Lord immediately felt that the ghostly wall formed by numerous paranormal forces had a crack. This crack widened, as if an unseen ferocious ghost was tearing at the wall.
âThis distance, too close, it will truly be breached.â
At this moment, the Manor Lord realized why the spear, which couldnât successfully attack him before, kept advancing towards him. It was to close the distance for the next strike.
Yang Jianâs earlier attack was merely buying time 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 Flame, under the Wishing Ghostâs supernatural boost, the unseen wall was still breached. Perhaps it was just a gap, but it was enough.
The cold Firewood Knife had already come down, the body of the Manor Lord before him overlapping with the medium. 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 Jianâs assault.
The Firewood Knife and the black cane, two supernatural items, collided at that moment.
Upon collision, countless horrific screams echoed within the entire castle. The Firewood Knifeâs strike was terrifying, but the ghost living within the cane was also menacing.
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 Lordâs body, a slash cutting from his shoulder, almost cleaving him in two. But the angle went awry, dismembering an arm and leaving a ghastly gash on his chest.
At this moment, the Manor Lord couldnât 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 some of the supernatural completely away from him.
âIf you have any measures left, you better use them quickly; Iâm afraid you wonât get another chance.â Yang Jian warned him.
âA nice attack, but wanting to smoothly win this battle, youâre still lacking.â
The Manor Lord quickly calmed 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 dismembered arm also moved on the ground, continually crawling back to the Manor Lord.
Clearly.
He was also a formidablećŒç±». Even when dismembered, he wouldnât die, and his recovery speed was astonishing, maintaining mobility throughout.
âUse the Coffin Nail and pin him down directly.â
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 secondâs interference would ensure his victory in this battle.
âGhost Domain isnât exclusively yours.â 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 emerged countless deceased souls, turned into by the Manor Lordâs killings of ghost wielders. To some extent, they retained some 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 couldnât reach deeper, failing to encompass the Manor Lord.
This was the second time he blocked Yang Jianâs Ghost Domain.
In the past, such a scenario would have been unimaginable.
But today, everything that happened to this manor lord seemed very reasonable.
Accompanied by the emergence 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.
âIs this the terrifying ghost that the manor lord is controlling?â Yang Jianâs 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.
âIs there no way to decide the winner?â
After a brief confrontation, Yang Jian instantly understood that under the circumstances where both parties were anomalies, neither feared exhaustion and the battle couldnât end in a short time. He might be able to wear down the manor lord, but it would take considerable time.
Currently, the other âKingsâ are rushing over, and he has a powerful sense of crisis; perhaps their reinforcements could arrive within a minute.
âHe Yuelian, itâs your turn to break this stalemate and send him on his way.â He whispered softly.
A predetermined signal appeared.
The next moment.
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.
Immediately, the dense fog contending with Yang Jian became uncontrollable, all rushing towards He Yuelian.
This was the fearful supernatural ability belonging to the Dried Corpse Bride before â able to summon ghosts.
âYou actually have help?â The fog thinned, and the Ghost Domain was being breached; the manor lordâs 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.
âAssassinating a King is impossible without assistance. When you dealt with Zhang Jun, your allies were far more than mine. Did you think I came to duel you alone? Youâre too naive.â 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 dismembered, 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 time passed, his ability to move increased.
This indicated that he couldnât 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 lordâs skull in his incredulous gaze, precisely and swiftly hitting him, with the remaining force viciously pinning him against the wall behind.
The manor lordâs body trembled, his hands sank, losing movement.
The eerie arm that had crawled next to him halted its movement at this moment, seemed to lose its target, while the black mist enveloping He Yuelian dissipated instantly.
The retreat of supernatural phenomena meant the source had been sealed.
âDid it succeed?â He Yuelian stood motionless, glancing around.
Yang Jian didnât speak; he merely walked over, cold-faced.
Just as the manor lord had cautioned against him before, he too wasnât careless; until the final moment, no one knew the outcome of this battle.
However, when Yang Jian arrived before the manor lord and found no response, he assumed he probably won, because if the enemy had any means left, he wouldâve retaliated by now.
This battle wasnât won easily; if it werenât for He Yuelianâs appearance, it wouldâve been difficult for Yang Jian to eliminate him alone.
âQuickly check the surroundings; if there are no flaws, we retreat back to Dachang City immediately.â Yang Jian surveyed the manor lordâs corpse, the ghost eye continued scanning the castle, preparing to withdraw.
However, at this moment.
His expression changed drastically, as he saw the entire castle shift, as if drawn out from an oil painting, unreal.
âNot good, the reinforcements have arrived. Someone wants to use the supernatural to replace reality and keep us here.â Yang Jian quickly realized the implication behind this unreal sensation.
âWe mustnât be trapped here; otherwise, weâll be in grave danger.â
He didnât dare to assume 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 Jianâs visit was complete; bringing along He Yuelian was merely for emergencies. 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 lordâs body.
At this moment, he discovered that most of the manor lordâs body had vanished, turning into a projection on the wall due to some supernatural influence â visible but untouchable.
âThe enemy acts swiftly.â
Yang Jian hesitated not and could only cut off the manor lordâs head, taking it into the accumulated waters and disappearing swiftly.
The moment 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 some unknown time, with an oil painting of an eerie castle upon it.
Even more bizarre, the canvas continuously drips water.
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