The ancient house lay shrouded in darkness.
To turn this desperate situation around, Yang Jian directly abandoned the plan of holding out in the rear hall. He charged into the main hall alone, Ghost Eye spread open, firewood axe in hand. He triggered the mediums, found the ghosts' figures, and severed those mediums without hesitation.
Once the mediums were severed, the ghosts somewhere unknown would also be dismembered.
And after being dismembered, the ghosts would be suppressed for a time, unable to move.
Three times.
In less than ten seconds, Yang Jian used the firewood axe three times.
The first time, he cut off the mediums of four ghosts. The second time, three. The last time, only one—but Yang Jian had deliberately chosen that ghost, because it was the source of this Ghost Domain. To eliminate the danger, he had to dismember that ghost once more. Otherwise, everyone in the rear hall would die.
But the price of such reckless action was enormous.
After using the firewood axe twice, Yang Jian restarted himself once. Otherwise, his fragmented body would never have held on long enough for him to swing the axe a third time.
"Success."
Only after Yang Jian split the twisted, blurry, bizarre ghost before him cleanly in half from head to toe did he slightly relax.
The darkness in the main hall was splitting apart, as if he had cleaved it open.
Moreover, the torn darkness was dispersing to both sides.
Clearly, after the firewood axe dismembered the ghost, it had been scattered into puzzle pieces. The supernatural power carried by those pieces could no longer affect the entire ancient house, so this Ghost Domain was vanishing, exactly like before.
But this was only temporary.
At most, in a few hours, the dismembered ghost would recover, and the