Yang Jian’s attack was too ferocious. The bizarre man, covered in black ink, was now pinned to the ground by a red spear piercing through his head, unable to move or act.

Perhaps this bizarre man’s strength was truly terrifying, or perhaps he nearly managed to take down Lin Bei with a consciousness attack, but now none of it mattered.

The Coffin Nail defies all logic. Even a captain, when pinned, would be suppressed and immobilized.

Moreover, Yang Jian’s attack wasn’t merely a Coffin Nail assault. It combined various supernatural powers, blocking all of the opponent’s actions; otherwise, it wouldn’t have been so easy to make the opponent exit the scene.

“This person’s level is much lower than the Manor Lord’s. Indeed, the strength among the Kings varies greatly.”

After succeeding, Yang Jian had this thought, but at this moment, he couldn’t afford to linger on it, as an intense sense of crisis enveloped him entirely.

The elderly man holding a withered arm had now set his sights on Yang Jian, seizing this opportunity to unleash the most terrifying supernatural attack.

He watched as the elderly man slowly lowered that withered arm.

Initially, Yang Jian did not understand the significance of this action, but now he realized that the reason the elderly man kept raising that withered arm was not out of choice. It was because at some point, an old coffin had been placed on his raised arm. The coffin was shabby, as if it could fall apart at any moment, with its black varnish peeling away.

The black varnished coffin was not large, and its appearance was vague. However, as the elderly man slowly lowered his arm, the coffin became increasingly clear, as if invading reality from some unknown supernatural domain.

“A black coffin, resembling a Ghost Envoy…” Yang Jian’s ghostly eyes shifted slightly, and he immediately wanted to resist.

However, at this moment, he was shocked to find that he seemed unable to move, as if his body was nailed in place, devoid of sensation—even unable to blink. Yet, his consciousness remained alert, with the ghostly eyes being the only parts seemingly less affected.

The ghostly eyes could still move, clearly perceiving the surroundings, although their movement was sluggish and greatly impacted.

It felt as though he had been paused by the six-layer Ghost Domain.

“No, it’s just me being impacted, while the others around are unaffected.”

Yang Jian’s ghostly eyes saw that no one else exhibited any abnormalities; he was the only one in such a situation.

“Is it because of that black coffin?”

Yang Jian stared at the coffin held on the elderly man’s withered arm. Through the coffin’s cracks, he saw strange eyes peering at him, their numbers continually increasing.

The elderly man continued to lower his arm, but in Yang Jian’s vision, each descent of the raised black coffin intensified the danger.

The old, black coffin began to tremble and shake. The coffin lid opened a slit, and a bruised arm slowly emerged, as if an incredibly terrifying ghost was about to be unleashed.

Yang Jian remained unable to move. Meanwhile, the supernatural influence blurred and twisted his surroundings. He couldn’t see Lin Bei, Li Leping, or Cao Yang’s situations, nor the other Kings’ movements. All he could see was the coffin before him, and even the elderly man’s figure holding the coffin became a blur.

“What kind of ghost is confined in this old, black coffin? Its mere presence locks all my actions, and just an arm emerging alters the nearby region, twisting and blurring the vision.” Yang Jian felt a chill in his heart.

Although knowing this black coffin was the King’s trump card, its danger seemed unfathomable.

And this elderly man constantly raised his arm to lift the coffin; given the twisted, desiccated appearance of his arm, who knows for how many years he’s been doing this.

Soon, many black strands of hair emerged from the black coffin. These dense black strands resembled Huang Ziya’s ghost hair, but the strands released from the coffin were more abundant, spreading in all directions, as if consuming everything nearby.

The most baffling aspect was the emergence of strange eyes beneath the black hair, with silhouettes of human heads twitching and writhing beneath.

“Coming towards me.” At this moment, Yang Jian felt a tightness in his chest.

In the view of the ghostly eyes, part of the ghost within the black coffin had been released, and the bruised arm was extending toward him.

The arm was long, growing larger the closer it came, until eventually, the hand was larger than Yang Jian himself, making him seem like a tiny figure before it.

“Still can’t move?”

Yang Jian attempted to use the ghostly eyes for supernatural abilities, like restarting the seven-layer Ghost Domain to escape this supernatural attack.

But it was futile. He could only watch helplessly as events unfolded before him.

This wasn’t normal supernatural confrontation, as Yang Jian seemed to be an outsider, unable to interfere with the supernatural attack or stop it, as if he had entered a movie and had to wait for the scene to end. What would happen, no one could predict.

This supernatural attack was virtually unsolvable, ignoring personal supernatural powers and pulling the opponent into a specific environment to endure the most terrifying supernatural assault.

One’s survival depended solely on luck or personal resistance to the supernatural.

“Yang Jian?”

Lin Bei shouted, pressing down on the terrifying old woman in Western attire with one hand, then turning to see Yang Jian standing immobile. Meanwhile, the other King engaging him remained motionless, the raised withered arm slowly lowering.

He wasn’t foolish and realized this was the opponent’s supernatural attack.

But he couldn’t comprehend the nature of the attack; without any apparent action, Yang Jian had lost his ability to move.

However, the next moment.

An unexpected incident occurred.

The elderly man holding the withered arm suddenly staggered, his chest twisting and breaking. A gory wound ripped open, spraying blackened blood; his entire body contorted into a grotesque position and collapsed on the ground.

As the elder fell, Yang Jian immediately regained his ability to move.

His body trembled slightly, and he couldn’t help but gasp, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, as if he had just endured an incredibly perilous moment.

The attack is over?

Yang Jian’s eyes flickered slightly, and he seemed to have returned to reality. However, when he saw the old man’s condition in front of him, he couldn’t help but show a cold smile: “I see, you were dismembered by me earlier. Although your body has recovered, your own supernatural power has been injured. You forcefully tried to lower that coffin earlier and desperately tried to kill me, but unfortunately, you couldn’t hold on any longer and had to stop the supernatural attack.”

“Every supernatural event comes at a cost, and you can no longer afford the price to kill me.”

The old man’s body was broken, but his withered arm was still raised. He was in great pain, his body twisted and unable to recover, clearly suffering from some kind of supernatural backlash.

“Damn it.”

This scene was also captured by the priest, and he couldn’t help but curse inwardly.

He originally thought he could take down Yang Jian or at least stall for a while, but unexpectedly, it failed at a crucial moment.

“Retreat.”

Without any hesitation, the priest immediately shouted.

There was no chance of winning now. If they didn’t leave, they would lose three Kings today.

As he finished speaking, the color of the sky began to change, transforming from night to day in an instant. Meanwhile, the surroundings swiftly changed, turning the nearby ocean into a city, as if the scene was shifting.

However, upon close inspection, one would find that the scenes were not real, like fakes, akin to painted oil paintings.

Seeing this, Yang Jian didn’t hesitate for a moment and immediately retrieved the red spear. He then picked up the strange man covered in black ink and stomped on the old man with the withered arm, covering him with ghost fire, completely devouring him to prevent any chance of rescue.

“Stay with me.”

Lin Bei also realized the other side’s intent to retreat. He saw the scene around him changing, and grabbed the neck of that terrifying old woman.

The priest’s figure was disappearing, and he now appeared in a city. However, Li Leping was still on the dock, only a few meters away, but as if separated by worlds.

This boundary couldn’t be easily crossed or broken, because if it were broken, everything before them would vanish.

Clearly, this was a fallback left by the opponent.

“Yang Jian, Cao Yang is still in their hands,” Li Leping reminded at this moment.

Yang Jian’s gaze hardened as he saw Cao Yang’s figure emerge from the black-and-white projection. He had been dismembered, his body a bloody mess, with only half of his body and head remaining intact.

At this moment, the foreign man in the picture held Cao Yang’s incomplete body in his hand.

“Release Cao Yang, and I can give you back one King,” Yang Jian said coldly.

The opponent wanted to retreat, and he could no longer prevent it, as he had to guard two Kings. Otherwise, if they seized the opportunity to rescue them, today’s efforts would be in vain.

The priest’s expression changed, his eyes flickering. He quickly said, “Exchange the two people in your hand for Cao Yang.”

“We have three people; you can only choose one, or the deal is off,” Yang Jian decisively replied, prepared to abandon Cao Yang if necessary.

The priest glanced at the man in the black-and-white picture.

The man within the picture nodded, seemingly agreeing to the exchange.

“Okay, I agree. Give Cao Yang back to you, and I want the one at your feet,” the priest quickly decided.

In the next moment.

In the black-and-white projection on the ground, Cao Yang’s bloodied, incomplete body appeared.

Yang Jian, although reluctant to let go of a King, couldn’t abandon Cao Yang. Therefore, he had to disperse the burning ghost fire, revealing the broken old man.

Then the scene around the old man changed, and he was rapidly disappearing from the dock.

Yang Jian quickly covered Cao Yang’s incomplete body with ghost fire, preventing any further supernatural attacks.

The deal was done.

Their supernatural powers no longer interfered with each other.

The opponent successfully took away the old man with the withered arm, and Yang Jian exchanged Cao Yang back.

Then the opponent quickly vanished from the dock, retreating at maximum speed.

After they left, the dock also began to disappear.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Jian and the others returned to the real world, leaving the supernatural area behind.

Once they were out, Yang Jian extinguished the ghost fire to avoid setting Cao Yang alight.

“Yang Jian, you should have refused to trade with them. I won’t last the night this way. Trading a few hours of my life for a King’s life is worthwhile, especially since the old man we let go is terrifying, or else they wouldn’t value him so much,” Cao Yang said, enduring the pain.

“That makes sense, but sometimes the calculations don’t work that way. We’ve already won this time; we can win a little less but can’t lose the captain. Your situation is complex, but as long as you’re okay, there’s a chance to recover, isn’t there?” Yang Jian said calmly.

“Indeed, we’ve already taken down two Kings this time. Losing one doesn’t matter. Besides, if you hadn’t blocked just now, it would have been me who died. I also support Yang Jian exchanging a King to get you back,” Lin Bei agreed.

Moreover, a one-for-one exchange didn’t seem like a loss to him; rather, he’d rather the enemy have one more than see a teammate be one less.

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