In the pitch-black corridor, the bodies of the vicious ghosts were submerged in pooled water as they continued to walk forward slowly.
The pooled water formed from Ghost Lake's water could not drown the vicious ghosts before them. It could only submerge half their bodies. Moreover, as more vicious ghosts behind them continuously entered the water, the supernatural suppression within the pool was further weakened. But the pooled water was not entirely useless.
At the very least, the vicious ghosts' pace had slowed, and it also created supernatural interference.
Yang Jian had stepped through the pooled water and approached them without drawing the attention of a single vicious ghost.
"Very close."
Yang Jian stopped. Holding the cracked spear in his hand, he stared intently at the vicious ghost in red opera costume, its face deathly pale and its eyes shut.
Although it was only one of them, with many more vicious ghosts behind it wearing green, white, and other opera costumes,
Yang Jian had to start by taking down one of them.
The vicious ghosts continued forward through the pooled water, while Yang Jian had already raised the hatchet in his hand.
When the ghost came within a certain distance, the hatchet that had long been raised came down without hesitation upon its icy forehead.
The hatchet possessed the ability to dismember all supernatural entities.
There was no suspense with the vicious ghost before him. As the hatchet swept through, the ghost's head, submerged in the pooled water, was immediately severed.
The deathly still head rolled from its neck and fell into the pooled water, quickly sinking out of sight.
Having been dismembered, the vicious ghost's terror level dropped, and its body floating on the water began to sink as well.
It sank very quickly.
The vicious ghost in the