Without a doubt, Feng Quan's desperate counterattack had failed.
The grave mound formed from the strange soil on his body was terrifying. It seemed capable of burying even ghosts within it. If Yang Jian had been swallowed by that Grave Soil just now, then even as an anomaly who had perfectly controlled the Ghost Shadow, he would likely have died here.
But the more terrifying the attack, the greater the backlash on its user.
Feng Quan was currently in a state of ghost revival.
His lone head, which remained outside the grave mound, was gradually sinking. It would soon be completely submerged in the dark brown soil. Once his entire body sank in, Yang Jian could not say whether other changes would occur here. After all, he had never encountered this kind of supernatural phenomenon before.
Yet as he watched the strange earthen grave that was about to swallow Feng Quan, Yang Jian could not help but think of the grave before the Weeping Grave Ghost he had seen on that eerie bus.
The two graves seemed somewhat similar. The only difference was that the one swallowing Feng Quan was smaller.
"You really are lucky, Yang Jian. This time, I lost. But don't celebrate too soon. If I can't kill you, someone else eventually will." Feng Quan growled like a crazed beast. He could not quite accept the fact that he had failed.
A life-or-death strike made at the risk of ghost revival should not have failed.
Unfortunately, he had never expected Yang Jian to make a move against him ahead of time.
If Yang Jian had chosen to carry him out of the hotel, then Feng Quan would have had no possibility of failure if he attacked midway.
"It's too early to say that. Whether you die isn't up