The butcher's knife attack was still terrifying. Although Sister Hong, in her red high heels, could not leave behind a medium, the Wishing Ghost's supernatural power made up for that flaw, forcibly delivering a nonexistent medium right before Yang Jian and helping him bring down that strike.
As Sister Hong and countless puppet heads fell, there was no doubt that Yang Jian had won this battle.
Yet Sister Hong was still not dead. Her head, which had rolled onto the ground, still had its eyes open and remained conscious. No blood flowed from her severed neck; what was exposed were joints like those of a puppet.
Clearly, Sister Hong had gathered the complete puppet puzzle and completely broken free from the limitations of a living body, becoming a true anomaly.
"You lost. I told you before, this era no longer belongs to you. With my current abilities, let alone dealing with you, even you at your peak might not have been able to kill me." Yang Jian's tone was calm and confident.
He was not lying. Six of his Ghost Eyes had crashed, so if he truly went all out, he could even open a ninth-level Ghost Domain. Killing him would be extremely difficult.
What was more, he had not gone all out this time. He still had many supernatural methods he had not used.
Sister Hong's head looked at Yang Jian, her expression shifting unpredictably. "Your growth is indeed astonishing. In that brief exchange, you did not even go all out and still held back. There was a reason you survived the first seven days in the old house. But you have your ideas, and I have my pursuit. Until we fight to the end, no one knows the outcome."
"You still don't intend to give up? If you