Excess yin energy and waning yang energy sounded like an abstract condition, but in reality, it simply made people more likely to come into contact with supernatural auras.
This "contact" meant that Ji Li, already within a large-scale supernatural setting, would face disturbances from multiple supernatural powers, great and small.
Yet Ji Li had taken another path. Through this negative contact, he had tracked the sources and magnitudes of those powers, locking onto the location of the "largest" ghost at this very moment.
The Night Watchman was the biggest ghost tonight, but from these several tests, it was not without weaknesses.
Or rather, through the "fake Night Watchman," Ji Li had obtained an important piece of information in advance—it held an extraordinary status on Bai E Hua Avenue.
Perhaps that was why, despite its strength, the Night Watchman had refused to kill him head-on.
Then going against the grain was the likeliest way to break the Night Watchman.
Ji Li did not need to write down the exact answer beforehand. As long as he saw it, the answer would eventually write itself.
"Dong—dong!" "Dong—dong!"
"Dong—dong!"
"Dong—dong!"
This time, the drumbeats became a series of repeated knocks. From the depths came a synchronized cry: "Close the doors and windows, guard against thieves and burglars!"
Before Ji Li's eyes, accompanied by the dense drumbeats, all the black grids formed by the gaps between bricks fell into violent turmoil. The horizontal and vertical lines joined together, seeming to become a massive net with no escape.
But the same move, the same barrier, held no practical meaning now.
The Stage Sword was the natural bane of barriers. All he needed to do was slash, cutting apart the giant net blocking his path. He watched it tear and reform again and again, yet it could