Without a doubt, Feng Quan's last desperate counterattack had failed.
The mound of eerie grave soil that formed on his body was terrifying; it seemed even ghosts could be buried within. If Yang Jian had been swallowed by that grave soil just now, even if he perfectly harnessed the power of the Ghost Shadow, he likely would have died here.
But the more terrifying the attack, the greater the backlash on oneself.
Feng Quan was currently in the state of a ghost's resurgence.
Only his head, which remained outside the mound, was slowly sinking, soon to be completely buried in the dark brown soil. Yang Jian could not be certain what other changes might occur once Feng Quan's body was entirely engulfed—after all, he had never encountered such supernatural phenomena before.
However, looking at the strange tomb mound that was about to swallow Feng Quan whole, Yang Jian could not help but think of the crying tomb ghost he had seen on the mysterious bus and the mound in front of it.
