The cascading corpses swept over Yang Jian, Li Yang, and Tong Qian like a tidal wave.
Only after being pinned beneath them did they realize there seemed to be far more corpses than their eyes had seen. It was as if all the bodies had gathered together, forming a deep pit that buried them completely, leaving no view of the outside.
The terrifying part was that these were not motionless dead bodies.
Once they struck him, Yang Jian felt that these corpses seemed to possess awareness, constantly pressing closer to him. Countless hands and feet reached out from who knew where, grabbing and entangling him tightly.
The gaps around him were also growing smaller and smaller.
The nearby corpses wriggled, and an immense pressure bore down on him.
It felt as though he was being bricked into a wall inch by inch, unable to resist in the slightest.
Are they trying to bury me alive among these corpses and trap me to death? Yang Jian's heart tightened at the thought.
At that moment, his body had already been compressed out of shape by the surrounding corpses. An intense sense of suffocation and crushing pressure engulfed him, as though a living person had been buried deep underground.
The feeling was unbearable.
But he was an anomaly. He could survive without breathing, and even if his body was damaged, he would not die.
Still, Yang Jian would never allow himself to be buried here beneath a pile of corpses.
He tried to resist.
Yet no matter how great his strength was, it proved useless. The surrounding corpses could always crush down with even more terrifying force, leaving him unable to struggle.
To push these corpses away, he had to rely on supernatural power.
At that moment, the Ghost Shadow swayed like a