Yang Jian watched quietly as his twelve hundred resurrected followers sank into the river, motionless and at peace.
He wasnât just doing nothing.
At the bottom of the river.
The water here was exceptionally frigid, exuding an abnormal aura, and the currents moved in an unreasonable manner. Whirlpools began forming among the water currents, their numbers increasing incessantly, densely scattered across the surface.
Even eerier than that.
Within those river whirlpools, shadowy figures of people who had drowned started to emerge once more.
Initially, the figures inside the whirlpools were just blurry outlines.
But over time, the outlines became clearer. Eventually, each whirlpool revealed a drenched figure with a pale complexion, their eyes emitting a faint red glow.
These figures resembled the water-dwelling fierce ghosts, no.
They were fierce ghosts in the water, terrifying existences that couldnât be killed.
âI donât know if your emergence is right or wrong.â
Yang Jian looked down at the river beneath his feet, his gaze piercing through to the riverbed, where he saw the eerie paper figures.
Once out of control.
These fierce ghosts would trigger a horrifying supernatural event. Although each individual ghost was weak, their numbers were enough to suffocate and despair any captain. Fortunately, the Ghost Lake incident erupted now; had it been two years ago, it would have annihilated countless ghost-handler squads.
âThereâs no time left. I have to lead these fierce ghosts to confront Ghost Lake, or else others definitely wonât hold out and will be worn down by it.â Yang Jian began to move.
At that moment,
On the riverâs surface, wet heads began to emerge one after another, revealing faces of varying shades of pale.
In their faintly red eyes, there was only numbness and eeriness, almost like ghost eyes.
The water surged.
These eerie figures walked in the water, heading toward the vast lake not far away.
At that moment.
Within the submerged Zhongzhou City.
In the towering buildings emerging from the water, a fierce battle continued between ghost handlers and fierce ghosts, but in such supernatural confrontations, the living are always overwhelmingly at a disadvantage. Even captains selected from across the country couldnât gain the upper hand in prolonged combat.
In the silent building where Cao Yang was located, he crouched on the ground, his expression particularly grave, because he was surrounded by numerous cold female corpses, a number so overwhelming it nearly blocked his view.
The only safe space left was less than a meter.
Yet, the surrounding female corpses remained motionless, like Puppet People.
These female corpses werenât immobile, but because Cao Yang was crouching, the height of the corpses exceeded his, triggering the terrifying supernatural suppression, limiting their movements.
âIf this continues, Iâll die miserably. To survive, I must escape.â
Cao Yangâs face darkened as he listened attentively to the noises around him.
Rustle, rustle!
There was the sound of footsteps in the water, indicating that more female corpses were approaching.
They had already surrounded him in several layers.
The supernatural forces gathered together created intense interference, making Cao Yang feel as if he were trapped in a cage, soon to be confined, yet he wasnât out of options. He still had the Ghost Domain to escape with.
But he hesitated.
Leaving was easy.
But it would mean losing control of Ghost Lake, rendering it unmanageable.
So Cao Yang kept pondering and devising strategies, determined not to flee until the very last moment.
In similar circumstances was Leuk San.
Leuk San deployed thirty paper figures, wrapping thirty female corpses within them to make them fall asleep, but nonetheless, the number of surrounding female corpses showed no signs of decreasing.
The paper figures, including himself, summed up to thirty-one, fighting against waves of female corpses.
Each paper figure held two cold corpses; merely clutching the corpses in their terrifyingly ghost-like hands prevented the corpses from moving.
Not to mention the female corpse inside his body.
One paper figure accounted for three female corpses, and his thirty paper figures cumulatively dealt with ninety female corpses.
Such a number was terrifying, surpassing Cao Yang considerably.
However, the situation didnât improve any further.
More female corpses rose from the murky water, even more than before, seemingly endless and perpetually impossible to completely eliminate.
âItâs no use. If this continues, Iâll be drained alive here. If I die in such a manner, it would be too suffocating; I must retreat.â At this moment, Leuk San conceived the idea of withdrawal in his mind.
This situation had reached a point of utter despair.
Who could have imagined Ghost Lake would launch such a supernatural assault, not using sheer terror but a despairing quantity to wear you down?
The emergence of Ghost Slaves and other supernatural-derived eerie entities was not unusual.
But this time, it was far too unusual.
The female corpses, like real fierce ghosts, couldnât be killed or eliminated, only suppressed and detained.
âRetreat; Iâve done my best. In this situation, Iâm sure Iâm not the only one; others will retreat as well.â
Leuk San took a deep breath, turning away without a word as he watched the female corpses continue emerging.
All the paper figures dropped the female corpses they held, converging with him to shield Leuk San as they headed to the rooftop of the tall building.
Once released, the female corpses came back to life, watching eerily as Leuk Sanâs group left.
Meanwhile, with Feng Quan.
He sat on top of an old grave, panting heavily, with several female corpses buried underneath him. It was to no avail; he had built five such graves, burying at least a dozen corpses. Yet, compared to the constantly rising numbers, it was insignificant.
âIâve reached my limit; continuing the fight is practically pointless.â
Feng Quan wore a ring on his finger that was chilly, as if made from ground bone.
Though he was still around, his tracks had vanished.
The ghost couldnât find him.
The female corpse stood motionless, having lost its target.
This supernatural item was very useful and could save lives.
The only one with a slight advantage was Li Jun.
He ignited the Ghost Flame to open the Ghost Domain leading to Pingâan Tower, throwing all the malevolent ghosts inside. He quickly cleared the building, but after one sweep new female corpses appeared, and Li Jun cleared them a second time, a third timeâŠ..
The makeup on Li Junâs face melted again and again, each time being retouched by Ah Hong.
âLi Jun, continuing like this is not a solution. Weâre going to run out of the makeup boxâs pigments, and we might not be able to deal with Ghost Lake. This is an insolvable supernatural issue, not something current ghost handlers can fight against.â Ah Hong started to persuade.
This was already an unknown number of times they had cleared out the female corpses.
Li Jun stopped at this moment, sensing something unusual because he saw a ghostly figure in red lingering at the entrance of Pingâan Tower.
A malevolent ghost from the ghost painting had appeared.
He couldnât continue recklessly connecting to Pingâan Tower; that ghost from the painting might escape and cause havoc if the Ghost Domain was opened again.
The harm from the ghost painting was no less than that of Ghost Lake.
Stopping.
The female corpses around them were relentlessly closing in, giving the two no breathing space.
âYouâre right; perhaps even if we perish here, we canât solve Ghost Lake.â Li Jun was clear-headed, learning to face reality.
âBut this isnât a reason for us to retreat.â
He was still holding on, hoping to handle a bit more, which might help in the future.
But reality was cruel.
Even though Li Jun tried to hold on, the malevolent ghosts gave him no chance.
The female corpses marched through the puddles, surging like a tide. Li Jun and Ah Hong were about to be engulfed, and even the burning Ghost Flame felt like a remnant candle in the wind, about to extinguish.
This was paranormal interference, indicating that Li Junâs Ghost Flame couldnât spread. If he didnât escape, even his Ghost Domain wouldnât work.
âLi Jun,â Ah Hong urged anxiously, knowing they shouldnât struggle anymore.
âLetâs go,â Li Jun felt humiliated, gritted his teeth, and grabbed Ah Hong, preparing to retreat.
However, at this moment, the encroaching female corpses suddenly all stopped in unison, their pale eyes turning to look behind them.
The next moment.
The dense and rapid footsteps emerged around them, and the water in the floors churned violently.
As if a large group of people appeared, surrounding all the female corpses.
Subsequently, the female corpses began to collapse, seemingly caught by something, or confronted something more powerful and were pinned to the ground, unable to move.
This change came very quickly; one moment, Li Jun and Ah Hong were in peril, the next, the situation suddenly reversed.
âWhatâs happening?â
Li Jun, who was ready to retreat, temporarily stopped, noticing the shift in dynamics and wanting to see what was happening.
When one of the female corpses blocking his view suddenly fell for no reason, Li Jun finally saw what had happened earlier.
In the dim flooded floors, at some point, strange males were eerily standing there. These men were very similar to the female corpsesâdrenched, with pale skin, but the only difference was their eyes emitting a faint red glow, standing out in this environment.
A female corpse couldnât resist, being grabbed by a strange man and dragged underwater.
The water churned as the female corpses struggled, unwilling to sink, but the struggle was futile. The male corpse mercilessly strangled it, pulling it away forcibly.
Eventually, the male corpse disappeared, and the female corpse vanished as well.
Numbers counteracted, and the attacking malevolent ghosts were rapidly disappearing.
No, thatâs not right.
With this cancellation, it seemed like there were more males around.
âIndeed, you canât outlast Ghost Lake, even you, Li Jun.â
Yang Jianâs voice emerged, his presence unknown in the dim corridor, looking at Li Jun and Ah Hong.
Li Jun understood, âWas this your doing?â
âYes, there were too many ghosts, so to handle them, I needed more than they had. I stole part of Ghost Lakeâs supernatural power. Luckily, the attempt succeeded; I can barely hold my own and manage this situation,â Yang Jian said.
âWhat about the others?â Li Jun breathed a sigh of relief, then asked.
Yang Jian replied, âSimilar to here.â
He glanced at the other buildings.
Feng Quan watched, slightly stunned, as the strange male corpses appeared and forcibly dragged the female corpses away, not worried about being dissolved themselves. No, thatâs not right; the two seemed the same, unaffected by each other. In a one-on-one mutual exhaustion situation, the male bodies sank into the water, disappearing, the female corpses were pulled away, struggling.
Seeing this scene, Feng Quan realized: âYang Jian succeeded, using Ghost Lakeâs supernatural power to fend off this Ghost Lake attack.â
âBut this took more than just a few minutes.â
Checking the time, Yang Jian had been gone for at least twenty minutes.
If it was just relying on his own strength, he couldnât have held on.
Not just Feng Quan, Yuk San on the rooftop also observed this inconceivable scene below, finding it somewhat incomprehensible, âThe Ghost Lake is fighting itself?â
But then he understood.
âNo, not right; itâs Yang Jianâs doing. He disappeared for a while before.â
Cao Yang also saw this scene unfold around him, exhaling slowly, âSeems like thereâs no need for me to escape. This must be Yang Jianâs work. Although I donât know how he did it, Iâm sure of my judgment.â
The crimson ghostly eyes of the male corpses were the best proof.
If these things werenât related to Yang Jian, he wouldnât believe it in a thousand years.
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