The ghost grabbed Yang Jian and attacked him. One of his arms immediately withered and shriveled under the ghost's influence, and the effect continued spreading to other parts of his body.
In just over ten seconds, Yang Jian would be completely turned into a dried corpse.
But instead of fear, a flash of savage fury appeared in Yang Jian's eyes.
The Ghost Eye closed, and the sixth level of the Ghost Domain ended. Yang Jian immediately regained his ability to move.
His blackened, icy ghost hand shot up and seized the ghost before him by the throat. The suppression of the ghost hand took effect.
Immediately.
The supernatural influence that had been gradually eroding Yang Jian's body vanished, no longer worsening his condition.
Yet the ghost did not stop moving because of that. Its stiff, shriveled neck twisted mechanically, producing crackling sounds of bones grinding together. A strange expression appeared on that familiar yet cold face, as though it were about to open its mouth and say something.
But the next moment.
Yang Jian raised the firewood axe in his hand and swung it down at the ghost without hesitation.
The rust-covered firewood axe was incredibly blunt, yet the moment it touched a ghost, it became extraordinarily sharp.
The ghost's head was immediately chopped off.
With its head and body separated, its body dismembered by the firewood axe, even a true ghost would suffer immense suppression.
"You think that little bit of ability is enough to kill me? I'm not the same as when I first came here. Now, I'm more terrifying than you, you damn thing." Yang Jian lifted his foot and kicked hard.
The ghost's body was sent flying and fell motionless in the distance. Yang Jian, meanwhile, held the severed head in his hand like a trophy.