The gloom was thicker than darkness. Yang Jian had no idea what was around him. He could hear nothing, see nothing.
The Ghost Eye that could see through darkness was like a blind eye at this moment, unable to play its crucial role.
It seemed that without fully reviving, the Ghost Eye was still hard-pressed to deal with this situation.
Or perhaps, under these circumstances, it was not just the Ghost Eye. Anything that was not in a complete state would struggle.
Just as Zhao Kaiming had said, a fierce ghost was only one piece of a puzzle. What Yang Jian might be facing now was a complete puzzle—or one that was mostly complete.
"Tap, tap-tap."
The sound of leather shoes stepping across the ground suddenly rang out.
After half an hour of waiting, there was finally movement when Yang Jian decided to deliberately expose an opening.
It's approaching me. Yang Jian abruptly turned toward the source of the sound.
Although he could not see anything, he could vaguely judge that the thing was less than ten meters away from him.
And as the footsteps continued, the distance kept shrinking.
Five meters. Three meters. It seemed to be right in front of him.
Yang Jian felt as though he could touch the ghost's body just by reaching out.
Should I make a move? Cold sweat broke out on his face, and he could not help wanting to rush forward with the coffin nail in his hand.
"No. I can't be completely certain it's a ghost based on footsteps alone. If I nail this thing into a Ghost Infant and waste another opportunity like last time, I might die here."
Gritting his teeth, he restrained the urge to attack directly.
He would let that ghost attack first. If it did not