Dead... dead?
Everyone in the old house stared wide-eyed at the lifeless corpse nailed to the third-floor wall by a long spear, their faces filled with incredulous shock.
"Liu Baimu was taken out? This has to be a joke."
"Someone like him couldn't even last a few seconds against Yang Jian?"
"Coffin Nail. That thing pinning Liu Baimu is the Coffin Nail. Yang Jian just threw it out—he actually dared to do that."
The white-haired young man seemed to be called Liu Baimu. He held a fairly high position among this group, but his loss sent everyone in the old house into a momentary panic. No one had expected things to begin like this.
A supernatural clash was not something the side with more people could simply win. It depended on who could fully wield supernatural power without dying to a ghost's revival.
So the death of even one top-tier Ghost Tamer was enough to affect the entire situation.
After nailing Liu Baimu to death, Yang Jian did not even spare him another glance. He knew the man was finished. Once someone was pinned by the Coffin Nail, there was no possibility of turning things around. Even Yang Jian himself could not withstand such an attack.
Without slowing, he charged straight at another person.
"Kill Yang Jian, now! If he doesn't die, we'll all die." Their brief panic had not robbed them of their ability to fight back.
All sorts of supernatural phenomena appeared around Yang Jian.
As he ran, Yang Jian felt something behind him tugging at his body. The aura was cold and terrifying, as though a fierce ghost were lingering around him.
But his expression remained unchanged. The black shadow beneath his feet spread out, forcibly breaking free from the restraint of some fierce ghost.
"What kind