Crack.
The crisp sound of shattering glass was especially piercing at the edge of the frozen red ghost domain.
Cracks spread through the air like a spiderweb.
A deathly pale hand reached out through the mirrorlike fissures.
Then Zhang Lei's wooden, lifeless face emerged as well.
Controlled by the Wish-Granting Ghost, he struck without hesitation!
The ghostly hand, covered in livor mortis, ignored the red light of both the real and fake Yang Jian's eighth-layer ghost domains.
Carrying a guaranteed-death attack, it reached straight for the real Yang Jian, who was still frozen in place.
That single grab instantly shattered the balance of the three-way reboot!
On the rooftop, Lin Cheng raised his brows slightly.
Watching the unusual paranormal attack ignore everything in its path, he suspected this was not one of the Wish-Granting Ghost's own abilities.
It seemed more like a unique paranormal power belonging to some vengeful ghost the Wish-Granting Ghost had devoured inside the Ghost Mirror.
Then he shook his head somewhat helplessly.
"I thought I could force a few more Ghost Eyes into dormancy. Looks like this is as far as we go."
Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Cheng whipped his right hand out of his pajama pocket and pressed it down toward the space below.
A deep blue light flashed and vanished.
Terrifying water pressure equivalent to the depths of a ten-thousand-meter ocean descended on Zhang Lei's head without warning.
Zhang Lei did not even have time to look up. Before that absolute force, his body, already riddled with damage from the vengeful ghost's erosion, failed to last even a second.
Flesh and blood exploded.
Zhang Lei was crushed directly into a puddle of pulp. Then his bones and blood rapidly solidified and crystallized, becoming glass shards scattered across the ruins.
Lin Cheng lowered his