Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 298 Powerless
Looking ahead at the eerie and chilling female ghosts in the darkness.

Ye Zhen tightened his grip on the sword, but still spoke arrogantly:

"Little Wang, come out! What are you doing hiding behind these female ghosts? Are you trying to avoid me, or are you trying to emulate my power? Let's continue this real men's battle!"

As Ye Zhen rambled on, he looked at the circular blue brick wall surrounding him, his thoughts racing. Finally, he realized something and couldn't help but exclaim in astonishment:
"This is a well! A haunted well from an S-class paranormal event! And you actually controlled it?!"

"You recognized me? Great, then try to survive. Let me know if you succeed."

Wang Liang's figure was nowhere to be seen here, but his voice echoed at the bottom of the well, its exact location unclear.

One by one, Sadako figures writhe inhuman poses as they sway forward through the passage, and black cracks, like shattered mirrors, begin to appear on the surfaces of the first few.

"Ah, how arrogant! I, Ye, have always been the one who makes others kneel and sing 'Conquer,' never the one who makes me submit! A bunch of female ghosts, they have some skill, but not much. In the end, they are only fit to dance in front of me! I will shatter this world!"

Ye Zhen swung his sword forward, its chilling aura spreading outwards like a black rift tearing through space, expanding forward.

However, due to the omnipresent pressure at the bottom of the well, the size and speed at which the crack spread were not as strong as they would be on the street in reality.

The seven or eight Sadakos at the front were easily cut in half by the crack, but at the same time, cracking sounds came from their bodies.

Blood splattered on Ye Zhen's body again, and twisted, gruesome bloodstains spread across his skin.

His body swayed, and one of his legs was already shattered into mangled flesh, unable to support his body any longer.

"It's no use!"

Ye Zhen shouted, and his shattered lower leg seemed to reassemble itself as if time had reversed.

However, more than a dozen of the nearby Sadako suddenly lost a leg and collapsed.

But these were all vengeful ghosts. Even with their legs broken, they still crawled towards Ye Zhen with their remaining three limbs in a non-human posture, making eerie creaking sounds as their bones rubbed against each other.

Ye Zhen raised his hand, intending to strike again with his sword to drive away these little devils.

But suddenly, five or six pale arms, stained with muddy water, emerged from the muddy ground beneath his feet. Ignoring the ghostly aura surrounding Ye Zhen, they grabbed his legs.

"Ah?"

Ye Zhen hadn't expected the Ghost Domain's obstruction to be useless. Just as he cried out in surprise, he was suddenly pulled into the soil by these arms and disappeared.

In a passageway in this eerie place at the bottom of the well, the air is filled with a damp, musty smell that is hard to shake off, and drops of murky water keep dripping from the top, as if it were raining lightly.

Ye Zhen fell from the top along with a puddle of muddy water and landed in the passageway.

He sprang to his feet with a somersault, only to be drenched in muddy water, which made a sizzling sound.

The muddy water dripping from the top ignored Ye Zhen's ghost domain's interception, dripping onto him with a strong corrosive and suppressive ability, rotting his clothes.

What chilled Ye Zhen the most was that the omnipresent supernatural suppression was even stronger here, even these strange, murky waters had a suppressive effect.

In the damp darkness, a cold hand touched Ye Zhen's shoulder.

The chilling cold seeped into Ye Zhen's eyes, instantly melting them into two lines of blood, leaving only dark eye sockets.

The second one, the third one.
Countless pale hands reached out from all directions, completely surrounding Ye Zhen.

"How dare you! A bunch of female ghosts, utterly ignorant and arrogant!"

*Snap.* Before Ye Zhen could finish speaking, several hands grabbed his head and twisted it, snapping his neck.

And countless hands were grabbing his body and limbs, pulling and twisting them.

Finally, they ripped Ye Zhen apart, blood splattering everywhere, his internal organs falling out and being trampled.

One by one, the Sadako pounced on Ye Zhen's body parts, burying them.

But after a brief suppression, these stacked Sadako figures were suddenly struck by some kind of heavy blow, flying outwards and exploding into puddles of muddy water in the air.

Even the several Sadakos who were about to pounce on her suddenly had their limbs broken and fell to the ground.

Ye Zhen reappeared, but he looked extremely disheveled. His clothes were tattered, and his exposed skin was covered in blood and flesh, with tear marks that were difficult to repair.

His hands were nothing but blackened bones, and the flesh on his body, which had just begun to heal, was corroded again by the muddy water dripping from above.

"There are limits to taking someone's place; it's not invincible. Ultimately, it's a contest of terror between vengeful ghosts. Let alone a fatal attack on your consciousness, even in reality, if the new injuries you suffer exceed your recovery rate, you will die."

"Ye Zhen, you should be able to tell that I've already shown mercy. Become my underling, and I'll spare your life." Wang Liang's indifferent voice echoed in the corridor.

Having experienced many ways to die, Ye Zhen understood, but still stubbornly insisted, "Laughable! I, Ye Zhen, am an upright man. It's inevitable to get injured in battle. This little injury is nothing to me."

Kaka!

At this moment, the entire passageway resembled a giant mirror, but it was riddled with cold cracks, constantly being broken and twisted.

Ye Zhen and all the Sadakos in this passage, even the water droplets that had not yet fallen to the ground, shattered at the same time.

The entire passage fell into an eerie silence, filled with a cold and rotten atmosphere, and even the murky water at the top stopped flowing for a moment.

This superimposed attack was particularly terrifying, causing Ye Zhen's shredded flesh on the ground to tremble again for more than ten seconds before piecing itself back together, almost leading Wang Liang to believe that he had accidentally killed Ye Zhen.

Step, step.

The sound of overlapping footsteps rang out in the surging fog. One by one, Sadako walked from a distance, step by step, or crawled out directly from under the soil next to Ye Zhen, or fell to the ground in the muddy water that fell from above, twisting and getting up.

In just a second or two, the passage was filled again, surrounding the figure in the middle that was barely able to form a human shape.

After recovering, Ye Zhen knelt silently on the ground.

There were still cracks on his face that hadn't fully healed, and the residual supernatural energy from the recent attacks still lingered, not yet completely transferred away by the scapegoat.

Blood seeped out during this time, making his face look very ferocious.

The longsword he brought had long since shattered into pieces, and Ye Zhen looked down at his hands.

At this moment, his entire arms were nothing but cold, black bones, and the vengeful spirits within them were intensifying their resurgence, making the supernatural entity that Ye Zhen was controlling even more terrifying.

But Ye Zhen felt a sense of powerlessness. What use were these iron fists to him? How could he possibly defeat his enemy with them?
The blackening on his arm had begun to erode his shoulder, causing the surrounding flesh to peel away little by little, revealing eerie human bones.

"Humph."

Ye Zhen looked at his arm and snorted coldly. The signs of erosion on his arm stopped abruptly, and the blackness on the bone receded back to his upper arm.

(End of this chapter)