Clear, heavy footsteps rang out from deep within the darkness.
The Vicious Ghost figures originally surrounding Yang Jing became increasingly real at this moment, as if they were invading reality.
The surroundings suffered from Supernatural Erosion.
As the footsteps drew closer, many wandering, eerie shadows appeared across the vast wasteland.
They were translucent, like phantoms.
They were not complete Vicious Ghosts. Rather, they looked as though they had been dismembered and hacked apart. Some had only the left or right half of their bodies, some only the upper or lower halves, while others consisted of nothing more than hands, feet, or heads. Some even wandered about as torsos.
"Excellent."
"This little brat actually has the nerve to burn his boats."
"He lost control and still wants to drag me down with him."
The Man surnamed Gong laughed sinisterly.
He knew Yang Jing was in terrible condition and could barely swing his sword, so it was no surprise that the Broken Sword had run out of control. As far as he was concerned, even if it lost control, Yang Jing should have swung that strike at him before dying.
But Yang Jing had not only failed to swing it.
He had also turned the blade toward him!
That was right.
That was how he saw it.
The Broken Sword had lost control beside him, and the rules contained within it had manifested beside him. That could only mean Yang Jing was targeting him.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The footsteps from deep within the darkness were heavy.
They sounded fast.
They were rapidly approaching.
Yet no figure could be seen.
The Man surnamed Gong wore a sinister smile and temporarily abandoned his pursuit of Jiang Qiao. With a light wave of his hand, a blurry Wooden Door