Facing Luo Wensong's sudden attack, Yang Jian reacted with equal speed. While resisting the fatal supernatural curse, he not only forcibly defused the crisis but also struck back.
The collision between two peak supernatural forces was dangerous and deadly.
At that moment, Yang Jian seized Luo Wensong by the throat. His ghost hand carried the supernatural power of the bus, power enough to send even a terrifying evil ghost into dormancy.
"Not a bad counterattack." Yet Luo Wensong still narrowed his eyes with a smile.
A fierce danger showed through that smile.
Yang Jian's eyes shifted slightly. He felt his ghost hand growing somewhat stiff. He had clearly seized Luo Wensong, yet when he tried to tighten his grip, his palm no longer quite obeyed him.
Then he saw dark brown corpse spots appearing across the back of his hand, continuously spreading toward his arm. At the same time, his complexion dimmed slightly.
What appeared to be a simple touch was actually Luo Wensong using his fatal supernatural force in layers to withstand the bus's supernatural power, with enough strength left over to let those terrifying corpse spots erode Yang Jian.
"If this is all you're capable of, then you're no match for me today." Yang Jian's eyes flickered with scarlet light.
At that moment, bright red, viscous blood seeped from his ghost hand. The blood covered the back of his hand and erased the horrifying corpse spots, while his slightly stiff palm regained its freedom. The instant it did, his hand clenched violently, determined to crush Luo Wensong's neck.
"Don't talk big, young man."
Luo Wensong also sensed another kind of supernatural power emerging from Yang Jian's body. He reacted quickly and counterattacked, immediately raising his somewhat withered hand and extending two fingers toward Yang Jian's forehead.
The gesture