Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 233 Forgotten (Part 20)
Yang Jian stood on the ground, looking at the sky, which was now in complete chaos. The countless swords in the sky far exceeded the number of vengeful ghosts that Ghost Lake could drown.

But the stacking continued, and the number of longswords kept increasing.

This supernatural superposition method was extremely strange. Yang Jian had been observing it, but he could never figure out what medium Ye Zhen used to achieve such a large number of supernatural superpositions.

"something wrong"

Yang Jian whispered that if he wasn't mistaken, Ye Zhen had already come into contact with Li Leping at this time. By enduring Li Leping's attack after he lost control, he had forgotten the memory of the destruction of Dahai City.

But back in Dahai City, Ye Zhen couldn't have done that. If he had possessed such skills then, he could have simply piled the female corpse up to death.

But in the Ghost Eye's vision, every single longsword in the sky was real, and every single one was a real vengeful ghost.

"Yang Jian!"

High in the sky, Ye Zhen's voice rang out: "This move was originally meant for you! Watch closely!"

Ye Zhen's shouts confirmed Yang Jian's suspicions: Ye Zhen's memories were indeed stuck before the destruction of Dahai City.

At that time, the headquarters judged that Yang Jian played the most important role in the three S-level ghosts that went out of control in Dajing City. Without him, they might have paid an even more tragic price to keep those three ghosts under control.

Ye Zhen held a grudge about this and kept wanting to challenge Yang Jian to a duel, saying things like, "We'll determine who's better and who's worse, and we'll decide who lives and who dies."

Just as Yang Jian was pondering, the entire world stopped and suddenly paused.

At that very moment, everyone present had a strange feeling.

The overwhelming array of longswords seemed to have shrunk to a single sword, as if ten thousand swords had merged into one.

The sword stood before Ye Zhen, trembling slightly, shaking the entire sky.

But the next second, the sword transformed into countless corpses, towering beneath the clouds behind Ye Zhen, staring intently at the priest opposite him.

The wind stopped, the sword moved.

Ye Zhen made his move.

A muffled thud was heard, and the sky suddenly darkened.

By the time everyone reacted, the sky-covering longsword had already rushed to the priest's front.

Countless longswords, with overwhelming force, formed a huge funnel shape and pierced straight towards the priest's head.

The eerie white light behind him was rapidly fading, becoming dim and lifeless.

The light barrier that could rival Yang Jian's Ghost Domain collapsed instantly, and thousands of longswords tore it apart almost in an instant.

The ring above his head immediately froze, and the corpse bound to the cross was revealed in the medium, standing behind the priest, its empty eye sockets emitting an eerie white light.

The blade of the longsword stopped in front of the priest, less than a fist's distance away, and he temporarily blocked this terrifying attack.

But this brief balance could collapse at any moment, as thousands of longswords were closing in inch by inch, and he couldn't hold on for much longer.

The space around his body seemed to be frozen, making it impossible for the priest to move even an inch.

With difficulty, I turned my head to look at the shattering light; deep within, the heavenly kingdom still floated silently there.

"I can't hold out for long, I must kill Ye Zhen. As long as I get Li Leping's body, I can restore Heaven."

Thinking of this, the priest's eyes narrowed, and he could no longer care about anything else. He suddenly turned his head, and his head actually made a movement that completely defied human anatomy, turning a full circle.

A chilling white light suddenly surged, and at the same time, the giant human face within the white light turned around, staring fiercely at the oncoming rain of swords.

The clash between the vengeful spirits has begun.

The two supernatural states, stacked to their extremes, clashed wildly at this moment.

The supernatural forces clashed, countless superimposed vengeful spirits crashed, two completely different ghostly realms fought against each other, yet intertwined simultaneously, and were finally completely neutralized. This was a contest of supernatural attrition; if either side lagged even slightly behind in the rate of superimposition, it would be killed by the overwhelming law of certain death, something no one could withstand.

Yang Jian stood quietly on the ground, his expression indifferent. Beside him was a pool of lake water, and in the reflection of the water, a large black dog was lying down.

Looking at the terrifying scene in the sky, he did not take any action, but he kept searching for Li Leping's whereabouts.

That man was so special that you could easily forget he existed if you weren't paying attention.

At this moment, with the help of the ghost dream, Yang Jian could still barely remember Li Leping who had just appeared.

The ghost eye slowly rotated and then locked onto a certain location.

In a corner of the sky, a blurry figure hovered there. He seemed to still be conscious, instinctively avoiding the confrontation between Ye Zhen and the priest.

However, he seemed to be in a state of mental confusion, remaining there without making any movement, which may also be related to the vengeful spirit he was controlling.

However, Yang Jian was certain that Li Leping was not completely dead at this time. As long as he could restrict his movements, he could find other ways to wake him up.

Suddenly, Yang Jian noticed a detail: at some point, Li Leping had acquired something in his hand—a rusty coffin nail.

"That was taken from the moon."

At this moment, Ye Zhen and the priest were focused on each other and obviously did not notice Li Leping in the distance.

Yang Jian began to act. Li Leping was currently in a state of confusion, unable to distinguish friend from foe. If he were to drive the coffin nails into Ye Zhen, it would be an outcome that Yang Jian did not want to see.

But more importantly, Yang Jian wanted to get his hands on the coffin nail.

The sky gradually turned crimson, and drops of foul-smelling rain fell from the clouds.

"Yang Jian! Don't interfere! I can take down that foreigner on my own!"

Ye Zhen spoke arrogantly, and upon seeing Yang Jian make a move, he immediately intended to stop him.

Yang Jian ignored him and just stared coldly at what was behind him.

There, a pitch-black figure emerged.

"Li Leping"

But at this moment, Ye Zhen was completely unaware of Li Leping's presence, still holding his longsword, maintaining what he considered to be his most handsome pose.

He looked so relaxed, it seemed like he could easily add tens of thousands more supernatural supernatural layers.

On the other hand, the priest opposite him had nearly half of his kingdom collapsed, his face filled with horror, and he was about to give up.

Yang Jian coldly uttered a single word: "Run."

"Huh?" Ye Zhen stretched out his neck.

"Yang Jian, the word 'run' doesn't exist in my dictionary."

Li Leping behind him began to move, his dark arm slowly rising, holding a rusty coffin nail in his hand.

Without any hesitation, it pierced the back of Ye Zhen's head.

"boom!"

Just at this critical moment, a long spear appeared behind Ye Zhen, deflecting Li Leping's arm.

Yang Jian gripped his gun, his ghostly eyes fixed on the blurry figure before him.

(End of this chapter)