The fifth layer of the Ghost with Black Umbrella was even more terrifying than he had imagined. If Yang Jian had not gained control of the supernatural bus this time, he would undoubtedly have died here. Even the supernatural power of Ghost Lake would not have saved him. At this moment, Yang Jian actually felt somewhat fortunate that he had never chosen to deal with this supernatural incident before. Otherwise, he would never have lived to see this day.
Fortunately, after a round of confrontation, Yang Jian had found the real Black Umbrella. He was only one step away from resolving this supernatural incident.
But taking that step safely still carried considerable danger.
"Find the right one among more than twenty umbrellas. I can't use Ghost Lake, and I can't call on Wang Shan either. That means I can only do this myself, and I can't make a mistake. One mistake could send me into the sixth layer through the Black Umbrella." Yang Jian frowned as he continued considering a solution.
But beneath the torrential rain, Yang Jian was soaked through, water constantly streaming from his entire body. Even the Ghost Eye's vision had begun to blur.
The ghosts holding Black Umbrellas around him slowly approached again. The little space he had painstakingly cleared was steadily being compressed.
Once the surrounding ghosts closed in, all of Yang Jian's earlier efforts would be wasted.
"I'll try using the Wishing Ghost's supernatural power again." As Yang Jian thought, he continued testing possibilities.
Without hesitation, he made another wish. This wish differed slightly from the previous one.
"When the spear falls, it will definitely land beside the real Black Umbrella."
As the new wish took effect, blood began to flow from the red spear again. Yang Jian tossed the spear into the air,