Jiang Shangbai's bizarre feet were indeed extraordinary. The headless shadow attacking him had been forcibly pinned to the ground, unable to move, only struggling instinctively as though trying to escape that terrifying suppression.
The disparity between them became apparent in an instant.
Yang Jian was not shocked. Instead, he found it only natural. He knew that ghosts' abilities had no inherent hierarchy; it depended only on whether they countered one another and on the degree of revival. Just like his Ghost Eye—at first, it had not even possessed a Ghost Domain. Later, it gained one, and later still, stacked Ghost Eyes could directly send away ghosts that were not too terrifying. Such changes would have been unimaginable in the past.
And today.
Under the Music Box's curse, Yang Jian could ensure his own immortality, so he no longer had to worry about a fierce ghost reviving.
In such circumstances, failing to delve deeper into the abilities of fierce ghosts would be a complete waste. If he could endure the Music Box's curse afterward, then he would surely travel farther down the path of controlling ghosts than anyone else.
"Yang Jian, I'm not as easy to deal with as you imagine. My earlier proposal still stands. Don't continue. Stop here." Jiang Shangbai stepped on the headless shadow, recovering some confidence as he shouted.
Negotiation required capital as well.
Previously, Yang Jian had not responded because Jiang Shangbai believed that his group was being picked off one by one, with death at their doorstep. They had no right to negotiate.
Jiang Shangbai had now blocked the Ghost Eye's attack, stopped the ghost hand's invasion, and even pinned the headless shadow beneath his foot. He believed that he and Yang Jian were evenly matched. Yang Jian's methods might have been sharper and more