A wall of the room collapsed, scattering corpses all over the floor.
These were no ordinary corpses. They were messengers who had died in this room before, and each had, to some extent, controlled fierce ghosts in life. Anyone with half a brain knew what consequences their release would bring.
It was clear that the real danger was beginning to emerge.
The exit had vanished. Fierce ghosts were reviving, and all manner of supernatural phenomena were appearing one after another. Under these circumstances, it was a dead end for any Ghost Tamer or messenger.
With the abilities of the fifth-floor messengers, not a single one of them could leave here alive.
But unfortunately...
Yang Jian could not be considered an ordinary messenger. He had not entered the Ghost Post Office as an ordinary person; he had come here as a captain-level figure to deal with the Ghost Post Office itself.
"We can't let these fierce ghosts revive first. No matter what, I have to suppress these corpses for a while. Otherwise, if too many fierce ghosts appear in the room, even I could be in danger."
At that moment.
Yang Jian acted without hesitation. Holding the cracked spear, he did not need to trigger the cleaver's medium. He strode forward and hacked at the corpses scattered across the floor.
He was immensely strong, and when the cleaver touched supernatural corpses, it was sharp beyond reason.
One corpse after another was dismembered.
One corpse that seemed to have died not long ago was especially terrifying. The instant Yang Jian used the cleaver, its grayish-white eyeballs shifted, staring fixedly at him. At the same time, its bloodless arm rose and its stiff palm tightly gripped the cracked spear.
"My Supernatural Weapon—can a fierce ghost really hold it?" Yang Jian's gaze turned cold.