Yang Jian held the rust-speckled coffin nail in his hand, feeling as though he were holding Dachang City's last hope. Its weight was immense.
He believed this thing could definitely restrain the source ghost.
If it could not, then Dachang City truly was beyond saving. Even if he had the ability to confront the source ghost head-on, he would never be able to imprison it.
"Now that I've removed the coffin nail, what about this thing?" Yang Jian looked at the three-meter-tall shadow still attached to the White Bone Tree.
There was no movement for the time being.
He did not know whether it had fallen into some sort of slumber from being restrained for too long, or whether it simply was not as terrifying as he had imagined.
Never mind.
He could not attend to both ends at once.
Dachang City was already on the verge of becoming a living hell. He would deal with what was in front of him first.
Yang Jian ignored it and turned to leave.
Outside, the bald master was still pacing anxiously as he waited. The moment he saw Yang Jian emerge, he immediately asked, "What happened in there? Was there really an evil ghost? Is that thing in your hand the demon-subduing vajra?"
"There's no time to explain, Master. Close this door immediately and get as far away from here as possible. I can't guarantee that whatever is inside won't leave. I have something more important to do now." Yang Jian knew that this place had become dangerous after he removed the coffin nail.
But this was the only way.
The moment he finished speaking, he left directly through the Ghost Domain.
The bald master jumped in fright when Yang Jian suddenly vanished before his eyes. Once he came to his senses,