The three alluring, ghastly women were strange and terrifying.
However, facing Yang Jian's attack, these three strange women were either suppressed or dismembered, leaving only the last ghost completely intact, yet a mere single ghost could not pose a great threat to him.
Looking at the twisting ghost that continuously tried to close in, Yang Jian now had ghost fire burning around him, concealing himself deep within the firelight and maintaining a sufficient distance from the ghost.
Yet the ghost did not stop moving because of the burning ghost fire.
This ghost, which had only a pair of vibrant red lips on its face, stepped through the ghost fire and continued to close in steadily.
Yet the closer it got, the more ghost fire burned around it, and the ghost's body was now shrouded in firelight, ignited once again.
The firelight enveloped the ghost, burning it wildly.
Still, the ghost pressed forward against the burning ghost fire.
Yang Jian expressionless, he knew that once this ghost targeted him, it would not stop its attack as long as it could move; even the burning of the ghost fire merely slightly slowed the ghost's movement speed.
But his ghost fire was not the ghost fire Li Jun had driven previously.
The ghost fire mixed with furnace fire supernatural power was quite formidable against this kind of corporeal ghost.
As the ghost fire continued to burn, the ghost's body seemed to be thoroughly ignited, and its pace became increasingly sluggish.
Finally.
This last ghost stopped about seven or eight meters away from Yang Jian, its alluring body frozen in a bizarre and twisted posture in place, and as the burning of the ghost fire intensified, the ghost could no longer maintain its previous graceful shape, finally turning into a charred corpse.
Seeing that