"Even in this state, we still can't kill him? How terrifying would he be at full strength?"
Wang Genquan's expression was extremely grim. He looked at A Nan, who was howling amid the blazing fire, and Zhu Jian, who lay there on the verge of death, gradually turning into a charred corpse.
Neither of them could be saved.
The furnace fire had ignited them and could not be extinguished. Being burned to death was only a matter of time.
Wang Genquan and Xiang Lan were not doing much better either.
He could already feel something foreign invading his body—scorching heat and twisting pain. If they did not find a solution, they would meet the same fate.
"Hands that can invade a living person's body?" Xiang Lan stared at Yang Jian, her expression grave as she ignored the pain inside her body.
Yang Jian had recovered considerably by now. He could already walk, though somewhat stiffly. It seemed the effects left by the ghost's previous attack were weakening.
That was good news.
At least it proved that he could still withstand the third-floor ghost's attack, even if doing so came at a price.
"You can't even withstand an attack from the ghost hands, and you want to kill me? You're dreaming. Still, the two of you control more than one ghost. You have another kind of supernatural power. If you don't want to die, you can try risking it one more time and see whether you can succeed." Yang Jian slowly approached.
His Ghost Eye opened again. After enduring that period when he could not move, he recovered very quickly.
Xiang Lan fell silent for a moment. "No need. We've already lost. I knew we wouldn't succeed the moment we made our move, but we had no choice. If we missed