The cold, stagnant water rippled.
Sun Ren was pinned to the ground, blood pouring from him. He tried to struggle and resist, but it was useless.
The cracked spear had sunk into the ground like an iron pillar welded in place, incapable of moving even slightly. Yet he was not dead. He could still move, but he had now become an ordinary person without supernatural power.
"Your physical condition is really quite good. You can actually stay conscious after being pinned by a coffin nail. You're neither dead nor asleep." Seeing the blood continuously seeping from Sun Ren's wound, Yang Jian more or less understood.
Sun Ren had become a Ghost Tamer relatively recently and had not been involved in many supernatural incidents. His body had not suffered much supernatural erosion, so both his mental and physical condition were excellent.
He was basically not much different from a normal person.
The coffin nail's suppression only worked on fierce ghosts; it had no effect on living people. Therefore, Sun Ren was suffering from physical injuries now.
"Yang Jian, you bastard! You're so despicable! You actually cheated!" Sun Ren struggled in agony and cursed furiously.
"Confrontations in the supernatural circle have always been life or death. Didn't you set a trap to lure me into Room 707 because you wanted to kill me too? We're all the same. You have no right to curse me. Besides, I really did give you a chance. You just failed to seize it." Yang Jian was unmoved by the insults.
"You were the most dangerous among them. Even Ghost Lake couldn't drown the ghost beside you; it was extremely unusual. But even so, I was the last one to act against you. If you had any courage, you should have fought me to the death just