Chapter 392 Fight to the death
Yang Jian also faced Zhang Xianguang. The tall, dark ghost shadow melted and spread on the ground, forming an alternative ghost den. Many black ghost hands stretched out from the shadow and kept climbing up Zhang Xianguang's body.

Yang Jian's ghost hand obtained a wisp of fire in the Caesar Hotel, which could ignite the spirit, and Zhang Xianguang's body was filled with boiling ghost oil, which happened to be the most suitable fuel for that fire.

"Chichi—!"

Suddenly, the boiling black oil flowing in Zhang Xianguang's body was gradually ignited, and a burst of pungent black smoke came out.

Zhang Xianguang's face changed. He had already become an alien. Although this kind of pain could be ignored, the ghost oil was the fuel for the bronze lantern in his body, and it formed a delicate balance with the upside-down ghost. Once the ghost oil got out of control, he himself would also be in trouble.

"One more blow, and this time I'll tear you to pieces completely!"

Zhang Xianguang moved quickly, and the boiling hot oil covered the sword in an instant. At the same time, the lantern embedded in his chest also emitted a dazzling ghost light, trying to reverse the process of the ghost oil being ignited.

The next moment, the big knife came straight at Yang Jian like a bomb. Having suffered a loss once, Yang Jian naturally would not be stupid enough to take it head-on.

Several pale figures suddenly rushed out from the cold lake water under Yang Jian's feet. They were some of the many water ghosts he could control, and they were completely condensed from the water of Ghost Lake.

These water ghosts rushed out of the water continuously. Without any orders or decrees, they all rushed towards the big knife covered with boiling oil in the air without hesitation.

The broadsword was extremely sharp. The water ghosts were instantly torn apart as soon as they touched the blade. The magical power of death contained in the broadsword also made the water ghosts instantly turn into a pool of cold water and fall back into the ghost lake under Yang Jian's feet.

Just like that, the big knife was blocked by countless fearless water ghosts and did not cause any harm to Yang Jian.

At the same time, because Yang Jian was within the range covered by the ghost light, the ghost eyes that were originally forced closed by the ghost painting actually showed signs of forcing themselves to open.

"The supernatural is really fucking unreasonable."

Yang Jian was silent. It was normal for the supernatural beings to restrain each other, but this kind of supernatural being that turned everything upside down was too outrageous that it could even reverse and break this kind of restrained relationship.

Boiling black oil continuously flowed from all parts of Zhang Xianguang's body to the old copper lantern. The inversion curse was continuously released through the light of the lantern, and Yang Jian's ghost eyes also opened under the stimulation of the ghost light and the inversion curse.

"One... two..."

……

"Seven—"

Finally, when Yang Jian opened his seven ghost eyes, the lantern went out, and the inverted supernatural power disappeared without a medium.

Obviously, Zhang Xianguang has reached his limit. He cannot use and develop the supernatural powers of the upside-down ghost without limit, even if he only has half of it.

"Seventh level of ghost den, that's enough for me to fight you a few more times."

Without giving Zhang Xianguang any chance to breathe, Yang Jian rushed forward again. Without the stimulation of the inverted curse, the restraint of the ghost painting would soon prevail again, and Yang Jian would also lose the powerful means of restarting. Of course, he was unwilling to miss this opportunity.

The spear and the broadsword collided with each other, making a crisp sound. Yang Jian used force to pick up the hatchet, and with the help of the hatchet's special shape and terrifying power, he actually forced Zhang Xianguang to stagger a few steps.

Suddenly, the magical power of death due to imbalance was triggered, and Zhang Xianguang's face turned pale in an instant, and at the same time, this paleness quickly spread to other parts of the body.

However, Zhang Xianguang was not disturbed too much, and still maintained some physical instincts, and even his consciousness was clear. "Bite him to death--!"

On the lake, a wolfhound the size of a calf with a shiny black body jumped out and disappeared in the blink of an eye. It had already entered Zhang Xianguang's consciousness and was trying to force him into a nightmare.

"Ghost dream? I have been fighting with Yang Xiao for decades. Do you think this thing will be useful to me?"

Zhang Xianguang recognized the vicious dog at a glance, and he didn't even care about it. As long as he forced himself to stay awake, he could avoid being dragged into the nightmare. It was simple and crude, but surprisingly effective in dealing with evil spirits.

"Really? If the soft one doesn't work, what about the hard one?"

"Zhang Xianguang, don't look back, I'm Cao Yang——"

"Chichi—!"

Before Zhang Xianguang could react, a rusty coffin nail had already pierced into his body, and the unstoppable suppression of the supernatural began to take effect.

Immediately, Zhang Xianguang became completely motionless, and his body began to decay rapidly, just like before, quickly decaying and weathering.

On the other side, Liu San and Li Leping teamed up again and quickly killed Zhang Xianguang, but the price they paid was a bit high: Liu San lost seven paper figures, and his own condition also became much worse. More and more parts of the old corpse were exposed. If this continued, he would have to withdraw early.

Li Leping was also feeling bad. As time went by, his sleepwalking instinct began to take over little by little. He didn't want to hurt his teammates, and he had to leave the field before night fell.

Lu Zhiwen was in a very bad condition. Zhang Xianguang stabbed him three or four times, leaving several hideous cuts on half of his body. Looking through the wounds, there were several deep marks on the wooden body under Lu Zhiwen's clothes, almost cutting him in half.

Zhou Deng withdrew from the battle and stayed by He Yiner's side, but even so he was still injured, because he had just stolen Zhang Xianguang's sword and somehow managed to steal it successfully.

However, Zhang Xianguang's magical weapon was not so easy to handle. The scalding hot oil alone made him grimace and almost want to drop it, not to mention that the handle of the knife was stained with another unknown curse.

At that time, Zhou Deng's face changed drastically and he threw the sword away, but one of his arms was completely rotten, the flesh and blood fell off, and only the bone was connected to the shoulder.

The three ghosts summoned by He Yin'er joined forces to besiege Zhang Xianguang. The last old man who rushed forward left behind these words:

"Girl, we are no match for this guy. To some extent, he is no weaker than those seven old monsters. Just use your spirit seat. Don't be reluctant. We will try our best to buy you some time."

After saying this, the ghost's face suddenly became hideous and terrifying, and it pounced forward as if a ghost had revived.

He Yiner's expression changed slightly, and she quickly made a decision. Now it was a life-and-death situation, and if she lost her life, then the trump card would no longer be worthy of being called a trump card.

Then, she took a deep breath and took out an old memorial tablet with a portrait of a blind old man on it.

At this moment, she no longer had any reservations and chose to summon the most terrifying existence, intending to directly reverse the situation. The spirit tablet was eroded by a supernatural force and began to fade rapidly, as if it had aged.

Behind He Yin'er, a slightly old but extremely terrifying shadow gradually emerged...

(End of this chapter)