A bizarre resurrection: I, Yang Jian, am bound by a contract with the school beauty!

"despair."

A soft sound.

Yang Jian took a step forward.

this step.

It felt as if I was stepping on the pulse of heaven and earth.

For a fleeting moment, the entire world in turmoil paused almost imperceptibly.

He moved.

There was no earth-shattering grandeur, no dazzling light and shadow.

He simply and ordinarily charged forward into the gray storm that was powerful enough to tear apart steel and erase existence.

Behind him, figures began to overlap.

One floor... two floors... three floors...

Ghostland!

Yang Jian generously piled layer upon layer of ghostly realms upon himself.

A dark red glow.

It spread out from beneath his feet, like an ever-expanding canvas, forcibly covering the ghoul's ashen domain.

Red and gray.

Two realms representing different rules of death have begun their most savage and direct clash!

"Sizzle—"

A piercing sound rang out at the boundary between the two ghostly realms.

Space was torn apart and annihilated there, only to be reborn and repaired again under the influence of supernatural forces.

The gray area of ​​the starving ghosts.

It was filled with devouring and decay.

Anything that enters it will be stripped of its meaning and reduced to nothingness.

And Yang Jian's ghost realm.

But it is a deeper, more domineering deathly silence.

It was a graveyard-like stillness, the end of life.

In this crimson world, he is the only rule!

It was merely a confrontation between the Ghost Realm.

The ruins of Changshi then began their second annihilation.

For the first time, the emotion called "shock" emerged in the chaotic consciousness of the starving ghost.

It cannot understand.

Why is it that this human ghost realm before us can resist its devouring, and even... shows a faint tendency to suppress it instead!

Its anger.

It transformed into a deeper level of hunger.

It opened its abyss-like maw and aimed it at Yang Jian.

"Buzz—"

An invisible yet terrifying suction force instantly locked onto Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's body flew uncontrollably toward the giant mouth.

He could feel it clearly.

My own existence is being stripped from this world by an irresistible force.

Skin, flesh, and bones.

Even the supernatural power within him was groaning under the strain.

however.

Yang Jian's face remained expressionless.

Just moments before he was about to be swallowed by that giant mouth.

The ghost eye on his forehead suddenly opened!

What an eye it was!

Cold, eerie, and ominous!

It does not belong to humans, nor to any known life form. It seems to be the embodiment of death, the source of the supernatural!

As the demon's eyes opened.

Yang Jian's figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

The hungry ghost's attempt to devour them failed.

next second.

Yang Jian appeared behind the huge, shriveled head of the starving ghost.

In his hands.

Sometime during the night, a rusty wood-chopping knife appeared.

The machete was old and worn, covered with dark red rust, as if it would shatter at the slightest touch.

But this seemingly insignificant wood-chopping knife, the moment it appeared, made the enormous body of the starving ghost feel fear for the first time.

That's suppression from the source of the supernatural!

"cut!"

Yang Jian remained expressionless and uttered a single, cold syllable.

He brandished the machete in his hand.

There was no flash of swords, no sound of wind.

This strike.

It's simple and unpretentious, like an old farmer chopping wood.

However, when the blade of the machete sliced ​​across the neck of the starving ghost...

"Click."

A soft sound.

The enormous body of the starving ghost, composed of highly concentrated supernatural power, was neatly... sliced ​​open from the neck.

There was no blood, no wounds.

There was only a neat, straight fault line, as if erased by rules.

The head of the starving ghost was separated from its body.

The part that was slashed by the machete.

The supernatural power has been completely dismantled, unable to be reconnected, and cannot be restored!

This is a fatal blow!

This is a complete dismantling of the rules!

However, Yang Jian frowned.

because.

The starving ghost whose head had been severed did not die.

Its headless body still exuded overwhelming ferocity.

The head that had fallen to the ground still stared intently at Yang Jian with its grayish-white eyes, and its abyss-like maw continued to open and close, devouring everything around it.

"Isn't there a fixed weak point...?"

Yang Jian understood instantly.

S-class vengeful spirits cannot be understood using conventional thinking.

its existence.

It's more like a phenomenon, a collection of rules.

I want to kill it.

Unless all the supernatural forces that constitute it can be completely eradicated in one go!

"roar!"

The headless body and the head on the ground roared angrily at the same time.

The gray area suddenly surged several times over!

Countless withered arms made of gray mist stretched out from the domain, densely packed and blotting out the sky, reaching out to grab Yang Jian from all directions.

Each arm exudes a terrifying aura that devours everything.

This is the starving ghost's all-out counterattack!

Yang Jian's eyes turned cold.

His left hand, at some point, had transformed into a terrifying, bluish-black hand covered in livid spots.

An aura far colder and more deathly than that of a starving ghost emanated from the ghost hand.

"suppress!"

Yang Jian stretched out his ghostly hand and pressed it into the air towards the countless gray arms that filled the sky.

hum!

An invisible fluctuation.

Centered on Yang Jian's ghost hand, it spread outwards.

The thousands upon thousands of hideous gray arms seemed to freeze in mid-air the moment they came into contact with this fluctuation, as if a pause button had been pressed.

Then.

They began to become illusory and dim at a visible rate.

The supernatural power of the starving ghost has been suppressed!

The suppression of the ghostly hand is a higher level of supernatural power. It is not confrontation, nor destruction, but a kind of... deprivation.

Deprive vengeful ghosts of their "right" to use supernatural powers!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yang Jian made another move.

The machete in his hand.

They transformed into invisible afterimages, relentlessly slashing at the massive headless body.

"Snap! Snap! Snap!"

The sickening sounds of dismemberment echoed incessantly.

The enormous body of the starving ghost was cleaved into countless pieces by Yang Jian in just a few seconds.

Every piece of the shattered body.

They all exuded a thick gray aura, writhing wildly on the ground, trying to reassemble.

But the machete is supernatural.

Like maggots clinging to bones, they stubbornly attach themselves to every broken surface, preventing them from healing.

Simultaneously.

The ghost eye on Yang Jian's forehead also emitted an eerie red light.

A red light enveloped the head that had fallen to the ground.

The power of the demon eye is directly impacting the core consciousness of the hungry ghost!

"ah--!"

A piercing scream, not belonging to a human, rang out for the first time from the mouth of the starving ghost.

Its consciousness.

Under the red light of the ghost's eye, it was as if it had been thrown into boiling oil, being frantically burned and annihilated.

It's adept at devouring matter.

It also understands how to absorb energy.

But this kind of attack, which directly targets the source of consciousness, is a pain it has never experienced before!

situation.

In just a few rounds, a stunning reversal occurred.

A powerful S-class ghost that has just arrived.

In front of Yang Jian.

They were completely powerless to fight back and were unilaterally... slaughtered!

The real world.

Everyone who saw this scene on the screen was stunned.

Their minds were blank.

They envisioned countless possibilities.

Yang Jian perished together with the starving ghost.

Yang Jian was no match for the hungry ghost and was devoured.

Yang Jian won a hard-fought victory, paying a heavy price.

But what they never expected was such a crushing defeat!

What kind of monster is that man?

Why is the supernatural being he controls so terrifying, so...perfect?

The Ghost Domain's mobility and control of the field.

The rule-based, guaranteed kill of the machete.

The absolute suppression of the Ghost Hand.

The demon eye's mental attack.

These are some of the abilities.

Each one is practically unsolvable.

And

Now, they are perfectly concentrated in one person.

This is no longer as simple as one plus one equals two.

These supernatural combinations produced an almost invincible chemical reaction!

"So... so this was his real purpose..."