The torrential rain poured down, never ceasing.
This was a world shrouded in rain. Everything in this world was drenched, and the air was filled with a cold, damp smell.
Yang Jian stood in the downpour, holding a red spear. He narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched the ghosts holding umbrellas continuously draw closer.
Their numbers seemed to have returned to what they had been when he fought the Ghost Ship.
However, Yang Jian was no longer afraid of such a scene. He had experienced this more than once and possessed both the experience and ability to fight a group of fierce ghosts.
These ghosts have already been confined to this floor. They can't leave, nor can they threaten the outside world. So there's no need for me to keep fighting these fierce ghosts. As long as I find that umbrella, this supernatural incident will truly be over.
With that thought, Yang Jian immediately began to act.
As Yang Jian strode through the torrential rain, he quietly made a wish. "The moment I raise the spear in my hand, it will surely point toward the real umbrella."
Then, he slowly raised the spear in his hand.
The supernatural power of the Wishing Ghost activated once more.
Although it was disrupted by the torrential rain and obstructed by fierce ghosts, Yang Jian's wish was very simple. Even under such circumstances, it could still be fulfilled.
The raised spear was like a compass. Influenced by a supernatural force, it caused Yang Jian's lifted arm to unconsciously shift direction.
That direction was ahead and to the right.
The moment the direction was determined, Yang Jian charged forward. At that moment, he was like an out-of-control supernatural bus, barging through the dense crowd. Any supernatural force that blocked his path was knocked back.