The cold, accumulated water rippled.
Sun Ren was pinned to the ground, bleeding profusely. He tried to struggle and resist, but it was futile.
The cracked spear pierced into the ground, like an iron pillar welded to the earth, unmovable. Yet, he was not dead, still capable of movement, though now he was nothing more than an ordinary person without supernatural power.
"Your physical condition is quite impressive. Even after being nailed by a coffin nail, you're still conscious, neither dead nor asleep," Yang Jian observed the blood constantly seeping from Sun Ren's wound and understood.
He hadn't been a ghost handler for long, nor had he participated in any paranormal events, leaving his body largely untainted by the supernatural. His mental and physical states were superb.
Basically, there wasn't much difference from a normal person.
The suppression of the coffin nail only worked on ghosts, not on the living, so Sun Ren now suffered external injuries.
