Yang Jian stood in the middle of a road in the heart of an island nation's city.
The area had originally been crowded with pedestrians, but now, apart from abandoned vehicles scattered along the road, there was not a single living person within a kilometer. The boundaries of this uninhabited zone were still expanding.
What a pity. If I had more time to prepare, I'd be more certain of winning, Yang Jian thought.
It was already 2:29.
Old Qin would appear in one minute.
At the same time, the world before Yang Jian grew increasingly illusory. He could already make out the outline of the wooden house in the sky, which meant this world would soon vanish and he would return to that room in the wooden house.
But these final moments were also the most dangerous.
Yang Jian prepared himself for the final attack.
Very soon.
2:30 arrived.
"Here it comes!"
Not even a second off, Yang Jian, standing in the middle of the road, immediately felt his Ghost Domain being invaded.
An old bus appeared out of thin air behind him. Its yellowed headlights shone down, engulfing Yang Jian entirely, while strange, hoarse horn blasts echoed around him.
The yellowed headlights and the hoarse, bizarre horn seemed to contain some incomprehensible supernatural power.
Even Yang Jian, who had prepared for this, felt his hair stand on end.
But in that instant, he responded. He barely had time to turn around before thrusting the cracked spear in his hand behind him. A powerful impact then traveled through the spear into his body.
Bang!
With a deafening crash, Yang Jian was sent flying and slammed into a nearby wall.
The wall cracked, and nearly his entire body sank into it.
This time, however, his body had not come into direct