In the pitch-black corridor, the body of an Evil Ghost soaked in stagnant water, still slowly moving forward.
The stagnant water formed by the Ghost Lake could not submerge the Evil Ghost in front of him, only half of its body. Moreover, as other Evil Ghosts continually entered the water behind it, the suppression of the supernatural on ghosts within this water further weakened. Nonetheless, the presence of stagnant water was not entirely useless.
At the very least, the speed of the Evil Ghost moving forward slowed down, also generating some spiritual interference.
Because at this moment, as Yang Jian stepped into the stagnant water and approached, none of the Evil Ghosts noticed him.
"Very close now."
Yang Jian stopped his steps, holding a cracked spear, staring intently at the Evil Ghost wearing a red opera costume, with a pale face and closed eyes.
Though this was just one of them, there were many others behind it wearing green, white, and various other opera costumes.
