The thrown spear was affected by a terrifying supernatural force and flew deeper into the castle, vanishing from sight in the blink of an eye.
Clearly, the effect of Yang Jian's wish had appeared. From now on, the supernatural spear would not stop until it struck that manor lord.
When I used the hatchet through the medium earlier, I should have hit him too. But judging by the result, it didn't seem very effective. This manor lord chose not to show himself. He's testing my hand and stalling for time. He's waiting for other reinforcements to arrive and doesn't want to fight me to the death.
Yang Jian's Ghost Eye turned as he stared in the direction where the spear had disappeared, then followed without hesitation.
The attack after making the wish was only the first step. The second was to use that wish to lock onto the other party's location and gain another chance to strike.
Somewhere in the dim castle, in a place where ghost fire could not burn.
The red spear seemed to have come alive as it sped through the corridors. At times, it even paused briefly, as though a vicious ghost were carrying the weapon and searching for its target.
At the same time.
A middle-aged man of around fifty, looking somewhat aged, stood shrouded in darkness. He walked heavily through the deathly silent corridor. With every step, a black footprint that did not match his shoe size was left beneath his feet, while unfamiliar footsteps gradually began to sound behind him.
There had only been one set of footsteps at first, but as time passed, more and more footsteps echoed behind him.
After walking only a short distance, the footsteps behind the manor lord had become incomparably dense, as though countless people were following