Yang Jian was cut cleanly in half at the waist and sprawled miserably on the ground, blood flowing everywhere.
At that moment, his entire body rapidly grew cold, and his heartbeat gradually stopped. After sustaining such severe injuries, his body swiftly died once again. Yet Yang Jian's consciousness remained. He was still alive in an incomprehensible way and had not been killed by that strange woodcutter's axe.
"Sure enough, Xiong Wenwen's last prediction was right. If I rashly approached this ghost, I'd be killed immediately."
Yang Jian's remaining upper body struggled as he raised his head to look in the direction the tall male corpse had gone. His expression shifted unpredictably.
What exactly had that attack been just now?
Was it forbidden to touch this ghost? Or was it simply because he had gotten too close?
"Wait, why does this ghost's silhouette seem somewhat familiar?" Yang Jian watched the tall male corpse move away. As it gradually disappeared into the darkness, it left behind a humanoid outline.
That outline resembled a black shadow, even more like the Headless Ghost Shadow.
No, it did not merely resemble it. The silhouette of the Headless Ghost Shadow perfectly overlapped with the back of that tall male corpse. The only difference was that the Headless Ghost Shadow had no head, while the tall, rotting male corpse did.
Yang Jian immediately looked at the Headless Ghost Shadow behind him.
He froze.
The Headless Ghost Shadow behind him had also been severed into two pieces. Like his own corpse, it had been cut in half at the waist, with the two sections no longer connected.
"The Headless Ghost Shadow was cut apart? You've got to be kidding me. That thing can even attack a ghost shadow?" Yang Jian looked at his feet, which remained standing where