The master of Terror Manor displayed terrifying supernatural power. In the brief supernatural clash, not only had Yang Jian failed to gain the upper hand, he had even fallen slightly behind.
The supernatural attack landed on Yang Jian's shoulder. With only a touch, his body began to rapidly vanish as if it were weathering away.
Yang Jian's expression remained cold and unmoved. His Ghost Eye rotated slightly, revealing a bizarre scene at the wound.
Countless densely packed tiny mouths had emerged where the black palm had struck him. Black teeth grew within those mouths, gnawing frantically at the flesh around his wound like ants. Because the gnawing was so fast, and supernatural phenomena could not be seen, it created the effect of weathering.
"If that is all you can do, then I am very sorry. Today, your Headquarters will lose another captain. But I imagine you still have trump cards you have not used. In this situation, there is no need to hold back anymore, is there? If you wait until the other Kings arrive with reinforcements, your hunting plan will completely fail."
The manor master's hoarse voice rang out. His wrinkled face was cold and stern, while his entire body stood rigidly in place like a stone pillar, utterly motionless.
He was very cautious. Until the very last moment, he did not let down his guard. He had not even greedily tried to seize the red spear behind him.
Unless he saw Yang Jian die with his own eyes, this battle would never be considered over.
Yang Jian smiled then, but his smile was cold. "You are very vigilant. Even in a situation where victory is assured, you did not reveal a single flaw. I have to admit, you people from the King Organization are truly not simple. You