"Did it work?"
Yang Jian looked at his own contorted and cracked arm, he felt that the Ghost Shadow inside was no longer losing control.
Sensation returned to his arm immediately.
Even though his arm was deformed, he felt no pain.
"Crack~!"
The sound of joints moving sounded, and in the next moment, Yang Jian's arm returned to its normal state in almost a bizarre fashion. The cracks on his arm were still there, not healing, indicating his body needed to heal on its own.
"Relying on two ghost eyes just to suppress an arm with a Ghost Shadow, indeed, once a Ghost Shadow gains a body, its level of terror dramatically increases. When it exists as a mere shadow, it's at its weakest. I really don't know if the words on that human skin paper before were true or not, can this thing really be perfectly controlled?"
Watching his arm slowly regain its function, his expression remained very grave.
"Yang Jian, are you all right?"
