The rusty Coffin Nail was held tightly in his hand, making Yang Jian feel as if he was grasping the last hope of Dachang City, heavy with significance.
He believed that this thing would certainly be able to restrain the Source Ghost.
If not, then Dachang City really was beyond salvation, and even if he had the ability to face the Source Ghost directly, it would still be impossible to imprison the ghost.
"After removing this Coffin Nail, what should be done with this thing..." Yang Jian looked at the three-meter-tall shadow still clinging to the White Bone Tree.
There was no movement for the time being.
He didn't know if it was due to being constrained for too long that it fell into some kind of slumber, or if the thing wasn't as terrible as imagined.
No matter.
He could take care of this end but not the other.
Now that Dachang City was on the verge of becoming a living hell, he'd focus on getting past the present crisis first,
