Yang Jian used Ghost Shadow to possess a corpse, forcibly taking over the body inside the Red Coffin and controlling it, making the corpse open its eyes and awaken.
At that moment.
Yang Jian had temporarily borrowed the supernatural power of this corpse.
The moment he controlled the corpse to act, the situation became terrifying. One of the fierce ghosts surrounding the coffin was forcibly erased by a single palm of the corpse.
An eerie old woman vanished just like that, disappearing completely without leaving the slightest trace.
Although this invading ghost was not the source, its terror level was equally high. Yang Jian's group had previously been utterly helpless against it and could only forcefully protect themselves through a restart. Yet for this corpse, it was no more than a wave of its hand.
The gap was enormous.
Yang Jian was deeply astonished, as if he had witnessed something unbelievable.
"Sure enough, only someone of the same level can contend with a fierce ghost of the same level. This reminds me of those Ghost Slaves I killed in past supernatural incidents. It was just as easy, without the slightest difficulty."
He quickly calmed down.
This level of power did not belong to him. He was only borrowing it temporarily. Once he crossed a certain line, Ghost Shadow would have to abandon this corpse; it could not possess this old corpse for long.
At this moment.
Yang Jian gradually became more familiar with his control over the old man's corpse. His movements were no longer so sluggish, and he began to move its limbs and body.
Holding onto the edge of the Red Coffin.
The old man, covered in livor mortis and wrinkles, slowly stood up. His somewhat withered body swayed unsteadily, but he eventually found his footing.
The old