After the shriveled finger pierced the ghost's neck, Yang Jian did not even have time to wait for the result. He had to use the last moments of the Ghost Candle's burn time to deal with what came next. Otherwise, even if they succeeded, they would still die, making it completely meaningless.
He felt the restless revival within his body subside.
The Ghost Candle's flame not only suppressed the other ghosts, but also suppressed the revival of his own Ghost Eye.
The last eye had ultimately failed to grow out.
As long as he did not fully revive, he still had a chance to recover. After all, he had previously controlled two ghosts and could barely maintain the balance.
Rushing to Zhang Han's side, Yang Jian did not try to save him first. With his strength, there was no way he could pry open that bloody hand. Instead, he looked directly at the pitch-black shadow beneath him.
The last flicker of the Ghost Candle was still dancing.
Taking advantage of this brief period of suppression, Yang Jian deliberately brought the Ghost Eye in his hand into contact with the ghost shadow.
He felt an eye being stripped away, leaving his body and entering the ghost shadow.
This stripping process was extremely brief.
After one Ghost Eye was stripped away, Yang Jian felt much lighter. At the same time, the last flame of the Ghost Candle went out completely.
The suppression vanished.
The ghost shadow lost control again, but it was already too late. One Ghost Eye had entered the ghost shadow. Before it possessed a body of its own, the ghost shadow could not take possession of the Ghost Eye. Unless it occupied Zhang Han's body—then the Ghost Eye would no longer be a restraint, but a component delivered to