After thrusting his withered fingers into the neck of the ghost, Yang Jian didn't even have the time to wait for the outcome. He had to make use of the last flicker of the Ghost Candle to deal with the aftermath; otherwise, even if he succeeded, he and his people would still die, rendering the entire endeavor meaningless.
He felt the agitation of his body's recovery come to a halt.
Not only did the Ghost Candle's flame suppress other ghosts, but it also suppressed the resurrection of his own Ghost Eye.
His final eye still failed to emerge in the end.
As long as it didn't fully recover, there was still a chance for him to regain control, especially since he had previously mastered two ghosts and could just barely maintain equilibrium.
Rushing to Zhang Han's side, Yang Jian didn't try to rescue him first. With his own strength, he was definitely incapable of prying off those bloody hands. Instead, he looked directly at the pitch-black shadow under Zhang Han.
